At this point, Alexander stopped pretending to tune his mandolin. He placed his right leg on his left, and rested his mandolin on his right leg. "How eager you all are," Alexander said. He started playing an eerie tune to get into the mood, continuing on, "Must you be reminded of the ill reputation of the Mad King Grigori Fel Haldric?" He sighed. "Setting traps within his own castle so no one could steal his treasure, while trapping everyone inside the castle. The castle itself is indeed a ruin, but creatures have taken up residence within it, and they are no laughing matter. I have heard tales of giant vermin, the dead who do not stay dead, and more." 

He played the last note on his little melody, then smiled. "Of course, that's not to say that I'm not interested. It does leave me wondering, though..." Alexander said as he turned toward the woman. "You don't seem like the type who would venture into such a dangerous place for glory and riches. If anything, you seem to radiate an aura of steel determination and an iron will." He paused for a second to let it sink in, then finally said, "You have another reason why you wish to venture into the Tomb of Mad King Haldric."