Timrin patiently waits his turn to offer his congratulation to the groups newest member, "Welcome to the brotherhood, Alethia of Selune."
He then turns his attentions to the rest of the assembly.
"Friends, let us not forget we are in the employ of Lady Aleena. Obviously, we may have concerns for her safety, but ultimately she is in charge. We must abide her wishes."
He follows this with a hard look and a long pause to emphasize that he thinks we may have over-stepped our roles in the relationship. His broad shoulders then slump in frustration before he continues..
"I am unsure of our next course of action. Oberon, the mischevious but generally benign god of the Fey has indicated we should seek out another of these demon-slaying blades in far off Mulhorand. My gut tells me this is important but my mind cannot grasp why. Ties to Mulhorand abound in this mystery but none of them make much sense to me."
"Are we being led about again only to have our enemies swoop in behind us while we are away? Splitting the group to accomplish both things may be an option but we will only do each thing half as well. Is that good enough? Guessing wrong may have dire consequences."
"If it were Helm and not Oberon telling me to go to Mulhorand I would be at the docks as well speak. Perhaps this is the reassurance I seek... we all seek. I mean no offense to the Lord of the Fey, but we need guidance from a source we can fully trust. Alethia's suggestion of a commune seems sound to me."
"Regardless of our next step, I want no part of anything Aiden Zarun has to offer. He has not proven himself an enemy, but he most certainly is dangerous. Until we are certain what side he is on, I suggest polite but minimal relations."
"Lastly, I make no formal claim to the sword, though it appears to have chosen me. If you wish me to wield it, I shall. But I would first like to get it magically examined by a trusted mage <he looks hopefully at Lady Aleena> and by my Church."
He then steps back and awaits the next round of discussion.