Alarion
"Is that so?" Alarion muses almost to himself. "But I have not seen any stepladders about the office... Then, my friend, you have a dire choice before you. Either gently but firmly tell her to stop her innuendo or... the purest of courtly loves! The unrequited, impossible romance of which the harpists so frequently, yet sadly sing! I knew not you were sucha romantic, my friend!!" Alarion pours himself another flagon. "Even I, a belted knight, prefer more earthly pleasures to these lofty aim you have chosen... but I applaud you! Should you need help passing secret messages, or coin to hire midnight serenaders, know you may count on my help!"
OOC: The priests of Meda should take care of restoration, as Darius bought the health plan, no?