I ask my king to look to his own wisdom, when it comes to thieves and murderers. One lovestruck girl far beyond your borders presents little enough threat, at the moment. *makes no move to take her hand from yours, though the pressure is just short of painful* Domíran needs you on his side, now, far more than your enemies need a war. They are going nowhere (unfortunately).
*glances all around them, at the persistent darkness, and still there is no word from Vána or from Túrin* All of that said, perhaps we might find a candle or two so we don't accidentally eat our napkins?