Kion couldn't help but feel relieved that they seemed to be on the same page considering his potential fighting skill. And maybe a bit shamed too at that relief, but he shoved that emotion to the side the same as he did anytime it reared it's head.

And he understood well enough what Zevlor meant. Even timid and quiet as he was, the young elf knew he couldn't abide sitting still overlong. "I could always just... help in the stables for now and we can see what happens from there?"

If even a small clan like his was full of endless busywork and errands to be done every day, he could only guess that it was much the same, if not amplified, in a place with so many people.