Jerod smirked as the young dark mage made her commentary and responses towards the others. Other people showed up and swore themselves to the tactician, and he couldn't help but chuckle at a thought he had. They were only following the leader now, he had done that before the others which was an amusing idea. Her commentary on body collection to the champion of naga had brought some thoughts to her physical appearance, mainly, that missing eye of hers. He assumed it was missing at any rate, why cover up the area otherwise? Deliberately blinding half of ones vision seemed like a terrible idea under normal circumstances, and if they weren't moving towards the castle already, he would have brought it up already. It didn't make sense in Jerod's mind. So first thought was to get answers. Perhaps after the meeting he would waylay her, or perhaps before depending on the way things were working out.

Arriving at this castle, it only really dawned on the myrmidon that they were going to meet the Exalt of Yllise and the Grandmaster Tactician himself. Great, he decided, more stuck up royalty to deal with. Jerod and royalty never really got along, he bowed to no man and it was generally considered a necessity to bow to royalty. He couldn't imagine being a royal of any sort. Too much arse kissing for his liking, and he didn't like any. He fell into step with the Dark Mage, and brought up his question, thinking on what little he knew and saw so far. "Oi, lass, if ye have a moment. Yer real fixated on collectin' dead parts, tryin' to fix that eye of yers or something? Resurrect folks maybe? I ain't got a bloody clue, aint no spell spitter me self."