Tegwaret graciously accepted the silk in his hands, and could almost smell the purity of it, the emptiness of danger even with such dark and stark dragon imagery. Maybe because of it, he considered as the horses were gathered. His gazing into it continued through the ladies' dialogue even until Dreshta's spirit shifted back in his direction.
"A fortnight. I hope that you will find good and peaceful land in the meanwhile. Were I but a torch's reach, I would guarantee you such; but, I'm sure your clan is equipped as well." He tried to leave it at that, without delving into his actual talents, which might expose his true history. To help with such, he considered, he found it happily necessary to accompany the summation of his statement with a firm and almost gazing smile of sincerity to the woman and her train.