The delay of the firbolgs between what was said seemed to emphasize that the warlock spoke out of turn to them in part. There was a natural progression to be had, one that explored deeper than just the words themselves; something that the firbolgs and the druid felt more in heart and spirit as mentioned than just as plain fact. It would be the equivalent of bluntly telling them that their beloved matron had died or that their child has shamed them and the forest as in either case, it created a void in the place of pride and joy. It was not just what one did with any directness.

Lorenthar's attention returned to those behind him, sharing an expressive look of disapproval at the occurrence. He could only dream that the brash dragonborn could pick up upon the subtle, unspoken gesture, but his hopes were not high based upon their previous interactions. These people could not be expected to know what pain this brought the forest and those like its firbolgs, but mayhap they could be taught in time.

"I see..." The man returned with a mournful tone, "I do not know where the interlopers came from, just that their souls were tainted with the corruption of ash and brimstone. That would be a question for these outsiders as they know of this enemy in their homeland."

Adjusting his fur accented armor some where it rested on his chest, the man agreed to the eldest's request to follow; this was not the place to consult the others and leave him waiting. By judgment of the old druid's beard alone, this was a polite command that included the knowledge they had been seeking. An opportunity all too valuable at this point where the [i]Gate[/i] was concerned.

"If you could spare them a moment to collapse their camp, we will oblige your offer, elder."