"[i]Humans... they never realize the sadness of this melody.[/i]" Uhl thought to himself as his lips breathed out such a melancholic hymn. Suddenly, familiar elven words were now being sung by Sylvestra. It was old elvish, and as such, he only had a limited knowledge about it. However, Uhl felt every word as if they were blades that pierced into his soul. The lyrics of the song-- they were haunting. A single tear flowed down Uhl's eye as he lifted his lips from the flute, causing the melody to stop. Uhl bowed his head, contemplating on the course of future actions.

He knew what Sylvestra could be thinking -- the princess had power, and should the King make use of it, she could be a disastrous threat to them. However, if they could convince her to fully fight on their side, and if they could train her, she could prove to be a major catalyst in the scheme of things. This Princess Anya-- the fate of this war would rest on her hands. However, he was going to try his chances... Uhl was willing to gamble; he was betting blind, but it was better than nothing.

Uhl turned to Anya, and with a smile, he bowed. "Milady, if you so wish it as well, I would like to offer my aid to enhance your skill with the blade. Furthermore, Sylvestra and I are trained in translating Ancient Elvish, we can help you accomplish so much more." Uhl nodded to Sylvestra. "We are glad at your good and kind heart, princess. However, you must always be careful of your father. He might not appreciate your liberal thoughts." the servant mumbled on as his right ear twitched. He suddenly spun around, facing the sky. Uhl's hand gripped on the tip of his flute, as if there was a blade hidden underneath... Then, he relaxed his stance and turned to Sylvestra.

"I hear a messenger crow approaching. Its wings beat at a fatigued rate. It might be for you, Sylvestra." Uhl bowed as he kept his eye on the environment, cautious of any movements from humans.