Oliver sat quietly, and listened as he worked. His knife was in surprisingly good shape considering that he'd just killed a good deal of armoured soldiers with it, and he didn't feel the need to actually sharpen it. Once it was clean and he was satisfied, the blade disappeared again. Of course, the conversation they were having was incredibly boring. Something about countries and maps. There was a reason he wasn't very good at geography. It was boring. It sounded to him, though, like this elf kingdom would be a good place to start for allies. Maybe they could show the knife-ears how to wage proper war, and overthrow the theocratic crazies before they went full jihad on anyone. With two kingdoms under their belt, surely the last would give in at that point.

The Paladin was lost in his idealistic thoughts when they were interrupted by the arrival of horses. He was disappointed to hear it wasn't Jan, but supposed that making new friends was always a good thing. Then again, if Sanguine did things her way, they would be intimidating this "royal warrior" into doing whatever they wanted, too. Of course, that only led to even more surprise on the Paladin's part when his Guild Master was remarkably civil with the sheriff and his companion. He suppressed a smile at the idea that she'd listened to him.

"Lead the way." Oliver agreed when his boss got up and suggested they go greet the newcomer. His spirits had been suitably raised by the lack of terrorizing, and the Cleric was prepared for everthing. Or at least he thought he was. He had to admit, it was hard to prepare for anything given their circumstances, but he supposed it was nothing a fireball or some kind words couldn't fix. And if it was, he supposed he could also try turning undead, or laying on hands. Beyond those solutions, he started to wonder what exactly was going on. Once he realized his thoughts were getting ahead of himself, the warrior took a deep breath and pushed such hectic ideas aside. Now he needed to focus. He could wonder idly and wildly later...