Lune had been keeping an eye out, knowing that his skills were more for battle than investigating. However, the combined skill of the group was undoubtably good. The rest of the group seemed to be handing themselves rather well. It seemed that Silvas has found it's trail
When Olek came up to him, Lune looked questionably at him. "Of course Father Thomas knows I am here, as he sent me. However, if you speak of my birth father, that is a different story." His eyes suddenly look sad, like a child who has lost something very important to him. "I do not remember what he looks like, let alone if he is still alive."
He shakes his head and says "Let us not talk about that. I assure you, Master Olek, that while I appear young, that I have trained for much of my life. And what of you? I see you have a beard that rivals even Loremaster Thankirk. However, his is mostly white by now."