Calanon did his best to remain attentive and to keep his eyes on Rayadell and the Carishes. Up until they began talking about their daughter, and it was then he needed to look at his soup, for throughout the ordeal he had been shoveling it into his mouth (politely, though). It was the soup. He could see how Merek wanted to gulp it in one go. It was quite delicious. 

His dark brown eyes lit up and he glanced upwards at the proclamation of what they were trying to locate however. He lifted his head up and wiped his mouth with a cloth as he listened. At first he might have been a bit skeptical on how they could gather the information of the location of something no one else could find. But they did prove they were good at finding out many things not a minute earlier, so he supposed he believed them. 

A talisman that cures all ailments? He suddenly went from curious, to having a darkened mood to his visage as he thought of the curse that ailed him. He sighed, one hand idly running over his marked arm. The Elf nodded, resolution dawning on his face. "I'll go." he told them. "Payment I don't need, if you would rather not provide."