Salas sat under the tree, and he listened and waited; that was all he could really do in the current situation he found himself in. The old one questioned the warlock of his intentions just like she did the witch and himself. The warlock, however, seemed to be at a loss, as he turned to the witch for advice, something that seemed out of character for him judging by the witch’s reaction. The choices laid out before him seemed to be go after this demon lord or to heal himself of the Withering. Salas continued to sit and listen, thinking and pondering all the while. He had said that he was merely a sword to be pointed in a direction, and the more he thought about his statement the more true it seemed, as he did not know what he wanted out of this life. He really was just waiting to be pointed in a direction and set down a path by someone other than himself. 

He noticed the small courtly habits of the witch, and this intrigued Salas as he too used to be involved in courtly doings of nobles growing up; idly, he wondered how the witch came to be here from the courts of the nobles. He made a note to ask her this, but intended to keep his history with the courts a safe guarded secret; it had taken him long enough, but he had finally rid himself of the small courtly habits he had been taught growing up in that world. His new companions intrigued him very much indeed; the ancient witch who called herself Crone most of all, though she seemed to marvel all those present except for the great green dragon. And in that moment, Salsa decided he was going to accompany the warlock on his journey to find a cure and stop the demon lord, in exchange for the knowledge of wind magic. He knew enough to whip up a wind to speak for him, but he sought to use the wind itself as more than just a voice; he sought to use it as a weapon as well. He stood at the warlock’s question and stepped forward to stand amongst the group. He summoned a wind forth to speak for him once more.

“I will go with you on your journey if you teach me to use the wind as more than just a voice. In exchange for your knowledge, I will supply my own knowledge of the use of a sword.”

The wind died down once more as Salas broke his concentration. He waited for an answer from the warlock, having chose to address him over Crone because he was likely to get the same reply from her as the witch had, and he needed to learn spells, not just the concepts behind the magic. He thought of the endless uses the knowledge he sought could have; he would be able to sue the wind itself as a weapon. He could strike his foes down with the invisible hands of the breeze and gales. He would more than just a wind-speaker, he would become a lethal wind.