Frigin's head turns towards Braxton at the noble's words and his face loses it's melancholy state as the food is forgotten.
"Deadly?" he asks perplexed by the choice of words. "Are we going to be trying to copy letters onto a paper with poisoned ink? Or sneaking into a room full of vipers? Or worse, like that time the small magic device exploded and we all were orange for a week, except this time if we try to use it and don't get it right we may die?"
Looking apprehensive Frigin turns to the Lady in charge, "I wish to see Rizella before I go off and perhaps die." His eyes take on a sadness, "Please."
[sblock=OOC] Sorry I was trying to remeber all the skills that were on the list we could have gotten from are training. Frigin is still a little naive just because he's a little book smarter doesn't mean he got any wiser. [/sblock]