Korlash looked at the young man. He seemed so young. Was the king really this desperate sending young men like this to their death without a second thought? Was he really that insane? He returned politeness by giving his own name. "The name is Korlash. I'm hasty because I must help a close friend. She is dying of poison and i'm worried. I must hurry to help her. Besides, it is not my death I care about, it is her life. I assume you want to follow me if you havn't left yet, so let us head off." Korlash started walking through to the deep forest, noticing the thickening of webs.