Emil had finished donning the rest of his armor, as the house collapsed. Now secure in his protective armor, Emil felt more confident and equipped to handle the challenges to come. Unlike dress-armor the Edessan knights used for ceremony, Emil's battle armor a dull pale blue with little gloss and reflected little light. His armor clinked slightly as he moved, the chainmail underneath his tunic and armor rustling against itself as he rode forward to meet Sakaala and Ajax, whom, despite the rain and mud, were unmaimed. Not that Emil worried too much about their safety, for Ajax and Sakaala seemed to be by far some of the most durable and mettled of their merry little group.

Sakaala bore with her Lady Genevieve, and Ajax bore with him a small sack- bearing some sort of rigid object of importance that seemed to be the root of a majority of their troubles. Ajax seemed prepare to crush the contents of the magical sack in his fist, and Emil, as wary as he was with magic, was tempted to agree with the man. Alongside them was another woman, whom was immediately threatened by both Sakaala and Ajax, one wielding blade, and the other wielding, well, himself. Despite the threat of two powerful beings, the woman appeared unperturbed, turning her back not once, but twice on Sakaala and spoke in story even when prompted to speak clearly.

"She does not appear to be very good at following instructions." Emil mused aloud as he reached Sakaala and Ajax. "I also agree that Lady Genevieve appears- appeared... unwell- and not just because she's currently indisposed." Emil was quiet, still reluctant to fully believe that one of the legends of Waeldeshore had been completely corrupted. But of course, legends were at their heart just stories- the Halfling, while possessing powerful control in her own right was neither tall nor messianic as the story suggested, and was infact rather flighty and aggressive. Even Sir Hepenburg, while still deserving of all his respect did not match the stately, regal figure that the stories portrayed him to be.

Emil too rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, if Sakaala was ready to bear her blade on the woman, she must have had some degree of threat about her.

"She sure enjoys her dramatic flair, to say the least" Emil added, "And as much as I enjoy stories, I too would like some specificity in regards to this dark artifact. However, with everything being said, would it not be simpler to have Ajax just crush the thing in his hands? He definitely appears capable of such a feat."