"I will Master Beolouve, and thank you for your concern." Fake smiles and noble names tossed around in sarcastic manly posturing. The truth was she was worried for him as well. She just hoped the next time he needed help he wasn't so stubborn to avoid asking for it.

"And when this is all done we should see about your own search. We can't let some vagabond keep that sword of yours any longer than he has."