Rhialto said:
Weel considers what he's heard while breaking fast. At least this secret seems relatively benign. If he's going to start trying secrets out on people (and he's always known he'd have to eventually), might as well start with someone else's before he chooses to expose his own. But whom?
He dismisses Helm and his men as an obvious mistake. If he means to gain their trust, it would be stupid to admit to them he was snooping.
While Weel might have an easier time having a private conversation by using Nibelungen, there's no guarantee he's the only human here who can speak it. And Graevel's not exactly a fully-willing participant in this enterprise, to hear folks tell it. Knowing there's a possible resistence already could be all he needs to storm off, which might not be the healthiest of choices.
Alan, intimidatingly large as he is, strikes Weel as a little starstruck by the whole experience. While the farmer's son hardly seems the type to run, Weel expects Helm wouldn't be amenable if the exuberant boy decided, say, that he was going to charge into the woods to find the crow and its masters all on his own.
That leaves Caradoc. Well, he seems to have a cool head, and being a merchant's son is more likely to give him insights into people (namely, their companions) than Weel's more mechanical training.
Weel finishes his morning meal, then, determined to try to find a way to engage Caradoc in a private conversation, divulging his overheard information if he gets the chance.
