Quarion looks surprised when the deep voice issues from Aletheia's fair throat. He smiles a rare smirk, but it vanishes quickly. "Ah, I apologize. I forget that I am the only one who speaks it sometimes. The guardian said, "Go brother, and may the gods of nature aid your quest." He also reminded me of the rings." He fiddles with the rings, jingling them in his hand. "Unfortunately, I do not see how these will aid us. If they do as the guardian says, they will will save one of us injury at the expense of another of our own. Oddly enough, this gives more weight to Aletheia's warning about supremely good creatures. I have the feeling, however, that the druids, and this guardian, are intent on maintaining balance rather than furthering a cosmic good agenda."
Quarion concentrates, detecting the aura on the rings. "Hm. A powerful magic, but not one that I am comfortable using," he finishes, looking pointedly at the "warrior" of the group, Eanos.