Her foot hit the floor with a clang. Morro stamped in impatience, and turned to the Illithid with a glare. "The necromancer will lead the group until I return. I don't have time for you to argue against that." As the two continued to argue, the Knight fell silent and let her head droop in despair as the fact slowly sank in that the fate of the Three Nations could depend on these two. Finally something snapped, and she jabbed a finger towards the wizard. "You may be in charge, but the Lich's undead minions won't stop to listen to the Squid talking through the Lizard. Especially in the midst of battle. You are going to have to learn to work together, and if that means him talking to you through your mind then you'll just have to deal with it." Morro leaned forwards and thrust her face up to the Necromancers. "Got it?" 

She didn't wait for a response before twisting away and storming up to the bartender. She muttered something to him and he nodded before rummaging around under the bar. She turned away from him and called over to the dysfunctional group over the heads of other frightened customers. "Make your way to the mountain, I'll find you there." The Knight made her way over to the doorway and was halfway through before she stopped and glared back at them, considering something for a second. Finally she spoke a few last words of farewell. "Good luck, and... Don't get yourself killed." With a final second taken to disapprovingly survey them one last time, she gave a small nod and disappeared out of the door.