Sil'danar turned and looked at Luth with a raised eyebrow, his hands resting calmly on the hilts of the two swords resting on his belt.  "I wasn't planning on wandering through Halaster's labyrinth blindly, the whole place is enchanted and has been known to change from time to time.  Nor was I planning on asking nicely."  He paused and grinned, "My dear boy, you have much to learn.  You don't need an army when you have a bladesinger around."<br/><br/>Fionna stifled a laugh, leaning over and whispering in Luth's ear, "Especially that one...some have whispered rumors that he is something like three or four centuries old."