The mage seemed to try and absorb the information. Clearly he was intelligent simply based on the look in his eye, but that didn't mean he wasn't useful. His gaze turned to the doorway, where one could see the vine covered wall of the inner tower that led down to the ground floor, and then he looked to the book cases with a monumental pile of books. It looked like he had been just as surprised to see Kyiriniae'aea as she, him. 

At her admittance to her plight, he almost seemed to stumble on himself. "Sure," He said, but then caught himself like someone had whipped him. "I mean- Yes, of course." He bowed and took her hand, giving it a light kiss. His voice was strong, and it had gained a bit of professionalism. "My apologies, I'm simply a little overwhelmed. I was fully expecting to fight someone to the death, not meet a lovely woman- er, Elven maiden such as yourself."

He finally moved to the chair she had presented him, setting down and placing his knife in the sheath on his hip. He scratched his scalp, just below his thick mane of black hair. "Forgive me, I haven't explained much of anything, have I?" He asked. He spoke to scold himself just as much as to apologize to her. "As I said, I am Alcander. I'm an adept and mage of the Mythrin Tethir. Your portal... it was within the tower I had been given by my master, north of Greybridge city. Minutes ago I saw it come to life and I couldn't get a reading in my Crystal Sphere. It's dangerous magic to handle, though I'm certain you know that." 

It was clear he was used to speaking to other mages, but he was less used to speaking to elves or beautiful women and he tried to pass it off as if it were nothing. He also clearly seemed to think Kyra was far more knowledgable than he likely was, considering how old she could potentially be.

"If we're in the Blackwood, then this very well might be in a Mythal Itha." He remarked, then he stood up slowly and decided to make his way over to the third bookshelf on the right, running his fingers over the spines of the books. Finally, after it looked as if he was going to take a book out and begin reading, he instead turned empty-handed. "I have so many questions but, tell me of this warlock?" Alcander placed his arm across his chest, in the same manner a man might hook his arm around a lady's, only before him rather than at his side. He bowed again. 

"I'll help you, if I can, Lady Kyra." 
[@Penny]