"None on my part either." Spoke Nicademus, his voice distorted by the helmet that covered his head. True to his word, when the knight finally returned he was covered head to to toe in armor with his sword hanging from a strap slightly above his waist. "Thank you, it will be good for some of the guardsmen to learn alchemy if they are to form an effective guard." The knight said to Ursaren, bowing slightly to the old man. "I assume that it has already been decided which of your group will come with us, no?" The knight asked to Beren. He was no fool, the knight knew that more than a few in the group held distaste, if not outright contempt, towards him for his previous actions and so he was resigned to the possibility that more than a few wouldn't help them scout for the presence of a retaliation party. 

Ursaren's words were a partial confirmation of his fears, but the old man would stay to teach the guardsmen an invaluable skill so the knight couldn't, and wouldn't, fault the old man for staying in town. Letting out a sigh, the knight leaned against one of the tavern's walls as he waited for a reply from either Beren or the other members of the group. He tried to look relaxed, but anyone could tell that the knight was tense and if one were perceptive enough they could notice slight tremors in the Andred man's hands. Anything related to the Dorcha usually set Nicademus on edge, as one could easily tell by how he had acted when he had spotted Aeryn, but the prospect of combat against the Dark Elves always made the knight feel the same mixture of emotions: fear and bloodlust. 

Nicademus let out a soft sigh, shaking his head slightly to try and dispel the combination of emotions that seemed poised to overtake him. It was a paradoxical situation, on one hand the knight relished on the chance to meet the Dorcha on the field of battle to ensure that they couldn't harm anyone else like they had harmed him. And yet at the same time, the prospect of facing the Dark Elves in battle brought forth back too many memories for fear not to manifest in his heart. "If you'll excuse me, I'll be waiting outside. I need some fresh air." He said, waiting for confirmation that his words had been heard before leaving the inn and taking off his helmet for a moment. "[i]Keep it together Nicademus, you've done this countless times.[/i]" The knight told himself inwardly while waiting for the others to leave the inn in an effort to keep his emotions under control.