If it hadn't been for the most recent and no less disturbing insight about Polis and its current 'situation' -- if one was daring enough to call the calamity that way --, Calit probably would have just shrugged his shoulders, started packing again and left the place. If there had not been some clear evidence already that things he would have not believed in just days ago were at work here, the assassin would have considered the whole thing to be nothing but an outright comical, ridiculous situation. Half a dozen strangers, some mysterious thing calling itself 'Lalei', the promise that they'd be able to defeat a dragon the entire remainder of the world couldn't and yet at the same time they'd have to get as far away from their enemy as possible first in order to receive some 'combat training' ?

There had been many nights of feasting and cheap beverages that had produced more serious and reasonable sounding results in the aftermath that was bad dreams.

And yet he stood right there, right now and struggled with his next words because he wanted them to sound like a callout for getting moving. He was about to take this very serious, but he didn't know why. Was it because he likely had lost his family or because some part of his mind actually could make sense out of all of this ?

"Well, erm... What are we waiting for ?" and he clapped his hands together, only to burst out into a distorted smile right after that. It was a mixture of desparation, crying and a real laughter he had hardly encountered before in his life. This was [i]not[/i] the right time to turn crazy, was it ? Trying to reconquer his own seriosity and methodic mindset, the giant start moving back towards his horse and hoped that the others would do the same whatever kind of transportation they had chosen. Elven territory was a long distance away and it didn't look like Vaeros would stick to any schedule but his own.

"I am not exactly familiar with the border regions, so I think the one knowing the territory best should guide us!"