"Good!" Cyrward's relief is palpable. "Because they're sending troops here and we need your help to deal with them. You can fight, yes? Cast magic in battle? Are you from one of the warrior clans?" The what now? Inric frowns. "Of which clans do you speak?" Cyrward's eyes light up. "The legends speak of the great warriors of Erlashrin, the wise strategists of Jethrin, the cunning tacticians of Sethvarin -" "What are you doing in here, Cyrward?" Brother Aldus' voice cuts across Cyrward's speech, making him jump violently and giving Inric time to mask his own shock at the list of clan names.