Kurnos, disheveled, slightly dirt smeared and with only a pair of trousers and a light cape lounges at ease, his staff propped against his chair as he looks at the others with a wry smile. "His highness is kind but my coin can go to a poor house or kitchen. I have no need of many worldly things" he adds the latter with a nod at his ragged shoes and tattered cape. "But if you speak of the war resuming, of danger fostered by the horrid drow then you have my full attention. I have walked for decades in glen, wood and hill, I have scoured the realm for the dark elves. "

He stands and paces slightly, twitched and angry at the thought of the drow before he whips round, his slightly tilted eyes fixing the strangely armoured figures, "Out with it. "