Castle of the Chief

“I appreciate your offer, but I doubt it’d do much good and I’d hate to use a magic user as skilled as yourself. Not to mention my blade is already magically enhanced, or so the smiths told me.” He replied, heading up a stairway part way and continuing to walk, eventually reaching a door which he’d push open and enter without hesistation.

The doorway would exit into a room with windows overlooking the city along the side, as well as several wooden chairs and a sturdy table. Thrand would pull a chair up a chair and take a seat, his burly 6’ 4” figure causing the chair to groan uncomfortable, and gesture towards the others to draw up a chair. He’d stay silent for a moment while in thought, before speaking, primarily addressing Cul Êsa.

”I intended to speak with the others about this, but I believe all of them are currently occupied with some task.” He started, the others he’s referring to being the leaders of the other factions. “Thromor and Kirith are dealing with travellers, and Ísjakanum is off in the outside world. Speaking of...” He pulls out a piece of rolled parchment, slightly crinkled from being held in his belt. He lays it flat, a map of the main continent of the overworld, highly detailed in the north with nations, cities, and geographical featurss noted, but less information displayed in the south, only showing the nations and major cities. Strangely enough Ískaldur was the only landmass other than the main continent itself, suggesting that it might yet be missing information.

”The being from Morgdul supplied us with this in a show of good will, and I felt the need to discuss it. Much has changed since we last ventured on the open sea...” He finishes, muttering the last phrase nearly inaudibly.

“I don’t think a voyage would be wise at the moment, the world has changed and although I have little doubt that anything could challenge the might of Ískaldur, it’s best to be wary.” He replied to Cul Êsa, before turning back to the map.

Upon looking at the map again, Thrand’s expression darkened and he leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table. “That is true, we don’t have any way of knowing whether the being from Morgdul is trustworthy. But it’s also true that this is the only current map we have, be it accurate or not. I suppose when Ísjakanum or one of the others return we can have them check over the map, and tell us whether it matched with what they saw or not.”

Thrand continued to watch Lilith. She had passed the impromptu test of courage, speaking up instead of staying quiet as most others would in his presence. He shifts in his chair, leaning back comfortably and causing the chair to creak and groan. "I've certainly seen the benefits that magic provides in combat, and to see that on a wider scale would undoubtedly be helpful. Yet we can't rely on it too much, for such over reliance can breed weakness." He pauses to think again, leisurely taking his time before responding. "Do you also intend to lead them yourself?"

Thrand nods, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly by an amount barely noticeable to even the most observant of creatures. “Very well then.” While he was previously wary of Lilith, and still contains a small amount of concern, he trusted Cul Êsa. If he felt like it wasn’t worth mentioning, then Thrand wouldn’t press it. “I wish you the best of luck to your project then.”

Thrand looked at Cul Êsa strangely, chuckling after a moment. “No, I have nothing else of importance to say.” He stands up himself, but doesn’t make any motion towards the door yet. “Besides I can’t think of anything to discuss that would require her to leave.” He pauses for a moment, glancing upwards as he thinks, before continuing. “Is there something you want to talk about without her present?”