[Oh no. There's begging, there's choosing. Ithbank is for neither of those scenarios. Ithbank is a special drink. One intended for the sole purpose of getting blackout drunk very quickly, and risking permanent blindness to remember nothing of it. The fact it is passed right back comes as no surprise. And he cannot help but allow a distinctly amused chuckle to leave his throat as he reclines backward, turning his gaze to the sky.]

I'm sure we'll find quite a lot there. The archdruid mentioned that he thought that the place where people are infected with tadpoles. And as you and I both recall, ours happened upon that nautiloid. I'd bet that's the difference between us and this cult.

[A small sigh leaves him then. One that he cannot feign lightheartedness over- because truly. The idea of venturing into the lions den, so to speak, is worrying. One or two cultists, armed with crude weapons? No issue. But there could easily be thousands there. And where there is a stronghold, they are sure to be outfitted well.

But their path is set. Regardless of how worrying it is. Quite simply, there is no other option.]

Yes, you're right. Put it this way...

[He moves to the side then, lying on his shoulder as he looks to her.]

Alone, we're almost certainly dead. More than thrice over, already- between the hag, the goblin camp... Hells. The creche. I have talents. But if anyone would have told me prior to this that I'd take down an entire creche of murderous Gith, to the last soldier? I wouldn't have believed them. So what I'm trying to say is...

[A smile.]

I'm glad you're here too. Regardless of what happens, we have the best chance of success as a group. And you're an important part of that group. So don't falter, and I won't falter.