The brave looking duo seemed to consider his words, which is more than others have done. One of them asked what the problem is and the other who the person he mentioned was. He smiled, being able to speak knowing somebody will listen seriously for once. He turned to the brunette one first. "I can’t tell you exactly what the problem is, I’m not an expert when it comes to recognizing types of dark magic, but I was in a war against some dark magic users in my youth, and I can recognize, I can smell when dark magic is used around me. And I am certain that dark magic, something strong, was done nearby. He turned to the other fellow. “I would tell you who it was, but you have to believe me. Particularly because it’s so hard to believe considering nobody saw him for a while … Also those who did see him couldn’t prove it was him who they saw. But do you know about the legend of Viggty’r hellish spawn called Aardal? The corrupted elf who, like his father, is devout to dark magic and he’s roaming the worlds, according to some sources, and killing children, according to all sources? Well that’s the man we’re looking for.”