Taking a gulp of wine from the glass, Menecrow glanced at the two in patience. Giving his rough face a rude scratch, he eyed both of them in turn before taking his turn in the conversation. "M'lady, I have several other methods that prevail over muscle for detainment. You shall have no fear of that. But I agree with the fool, pitiful as it may sound, we need perhaps a bit more information." Nodding his head to Darion, Menecrow continued. "And it is to my utter delight that the fool learned to call me by my proper herritage. I thought it would take more time."