"You'd be very welcomed to try," Anemos offered, albeit in quite clear jest, "But I warn you, I'm an [i]expert[/i] with my tool of choice," he apprised her, tapping his staff against the cobbled ground for good measure, "Speed will do precious good when I've got a reach extending an extra six feet," he chuckled lightly, jovially. His smile remained, all banter aside, although his eyes were quick to scan his compatriot in search of a threat. They rested, fleetingly, on her hands... but he deemed her harmless looking enough. If his youth of training- and a decade of vigilantism- hadn't prepared him for a scuffle with a mere thief, then surely he'd wasted a vast portion of his life. Anemos returned her bow, although with a slither more decorum, placing a hand on his abdomen and leaning forwards very slightly. When he straightened up again, he immediately took the liberty of re-seating himself, although he still kept his staff at hand, so he had something to fidget with, "So, you want my opinion on the Prince's speech, do you?" He glanced briefly in the direction from which he'd come, and then returned his gaze to Alex, "Doubtful," he concluded, having finally settled his nerves about the affair. "Perhaps what he says of Ikana is true, but... I find I doubt his words, given some thought. To have people heed you after two decades of silence is a terrible favour to ask," he explained, his smile slowly sinking, "Monarchs, they aren't benevolent souls... it's as my mother always said, when she told me stories about the past. Put not your faith in Princes," he shook his head, "There's always some ulterior motive, behind every word they say... and I find the idea that a Goddess contacted the ruler of some secluded kingdom, as opposed to a more active public voice, to warn him of cataclysm to be quite... dubious." He meditated on this parting thought for a few moments, before nodding to himself, "Yes... dubious is a good word to describe it. How about you? What's your take on it?"