Lehasti sighs heavily at Turi's revelation. "Everlight illumine his steps," breathes the paladin prayerfully, and Azkin inclines his head in an echo of his mistress's benediction, the boy's somber face looking much older than usual.

"I hope that our path soon crosses with that of our young guide, but in the meanwhile we must at least honor his efforts. I see no reason to wait for the morning to investigate this lead. What say you?" The paladin turns to meet the eyes of her companions, one by one.