( linhardt is right and he should say it. laenor can only shrug in response; because, right, maybe jumping at the first sign of adventure was his first mistake. since when is adventure not universal? adventure, noun, to spend time on the sea getting drunk and sharing stories with your crew. adventure had never meant meeting small creatures made of cloud and steel, but... well, they aren't actively causing anyone harm, so many the little monsters are all right. )

Every situation? Surely not. This, however, is... preposterous, one must admit. Never in my dreams could I have conjured up a lightning beast. What say you, Maester?

( yes, linhardt is giving Maester Energy(TM) with those robes and that vacant look in his eye which says he'd rather be sleeping. he's a little young for a scholar, but he seems knowledgeable enough. )

I'll accompany you, if you'll escort me. You're not one of our own, I'm aware. Rest assured, your time and mind will be compensated handsomely for your efforts.