"Oh, I know you would..." said Arman as he was seemingly disappointed on how she thought of him. He didn't want to push this too far so he let it go as she would never forgive him. "But this is not about me. It's about the people of our kingdom and other allies. It always was. And yes ... The Griffins. No one knows where they have their nests, as they live in a community, like us. I do, however, know the legend that shall aid you in your search. It's not really a legend, but let's call it that way." Arman motioned his servant to bring him something. Nodding to him, the servant disappeared in the room behind the throne, returning after a brief time, wielding a glorious sword, which had a blueish energy passing up and down the blade. "This is the sword of the first Armanian king. He was the first one to find and have spoken to the Griffins, turning them into his favor. Back in the day, he won the war against the undead due to their help. That's why the undead were not prominent until the latest events." he coughed a bit after that, not being in the best of health, before continuing "Anyways, this blade shall help you find the Griffins. It is said that wielding it at dusk in the Valley of the Fallen, where the great battle took place, it shall illuminate the path, leading towards their location. Although only if wielded by one of a pure heart." He then nodded to the servant, who walked towards Arathel and offered her the blade. "Do not let it fall in the wrong hands. It is a powerful artifact and it needs to be returned as soon as the task is done."

Keith chuckled "Do not get too ahead of yourself, elf." as he walked, noticing that the overcoat is clean again. Sighing with relief, as he knew that he won't have to spend an hour or two brushing and cleaning it. "Now that's useful." he looked at her and felt it hard to say thanks to an elf, so he just turned back and continued walking. "Our destination is the Razgar's iron ore mine, not positioned too far from our own. We shall head there and hide, waiting for them to dispatch their caravan, which'll be headed towards their capital city. After following it a good distance away from the mine, so we make sure the guards of the mine will not be able to assist them, or hear their cries for help, we jump out, slay the guards and capture the caravan." He then formed his hand into a fist in front of him as he walked. "Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. Possibly even past that saying."