Isil's fingers stopped impatiently drumming against the side of his leg, and he stood to respectful attention.

"Yes, elder." He glanced back to the other two and cocked an eyebrow at Garon, then followed Minas in. Isil's eyes flicked back and forth as he entered the temple, half-expecting the dwarves to have transformed into monsters since he last saw them.

A rare glimpse of surprise escapes Caoul's facade as he speaks, "Certainly." Quickly recovering himself, Caoul returns Minas' gaze with an equally cool expression as he slips through the temple's entry archway alongside Garon and Isil.

Garon held his face completely still in an effort to disguise his mounting excitement, but as soon as his companions turned, the corners of his mouth moved upward in a slow, small smile. This was it. The time was now! His confidence was absolute: soon, he would be outside the kaer, in the wide world, facing dangers and having adventures. Thought of failure held no purchase in his mind.

He stepped with the others into the temple, looking around as he did.

As the door to the Temple was pushed shut the three youths couldn't help but notice that the Guardsmen inside the door barred the door with a heavy piece of wood. Minas lead them down the rows of ornately carved seats, the walls also decorated with ornate carvings, and reliefs illuminated by carefully cultivated mosses that glowed with colorful bio luminescent light.

As they walked Minas stiffly spoke in a low hushed tone, "Manage your expectations, believe me I've had to manage mine. If questioned speak honestly, and with out fear."

Minas' words fell on deaf ears; Garon was deep in the grip of anticipation. Pausing only to offer a short bow to a heavily-worn woodcarved panel showing Thystonius witnessing a friendly bout between two nameless combatants, the troll strode quickly down the row of seats.

Caoul takes his seat, slouching at first, before realizing that sitting up straight would be far more appropriate.

Isil lowers himself into his seat somewhat stiffly. After a moment or two, he looks over to Garon and cocks his head slightly to the empty seat beside him, suggesting through his body language that Garon sit down rather than stand at attention.

Coaul looks at the distraught Navic and Thork and asks, "Is there something amiss?"

Navic smiles as he settles on his hands, spread a wide stance that makes him look even older, and more exhausted than he really was. His smile was kind, but strained. "As you can imagine young Caoul there is much to discuss, and much debate as to what should happen next-but for now I think it best if I let one of our newly acquainted dwarven friends speak. Kindly listen carefully to what she says."

The female dwarf smiled, a radiant and warm smile and stepped forward. Her robes flowed around her, as if they had a life of their own and when she spoke her voice was almost sultry.

"I am Junipero Silverlining, Troubador and Swordmaster. I have traveled far from the great gates of the Kingdom under the Mountain, Throal, where the good King Varulus the Third, wizened and kind. He has sent my companions and myself forth to spread a message of hope! The Scourge, thought to be unending, has come to it's end, and the wide world is habitable to all free creatures again!" As she said this the other dwarves let out a muffled, but enthusiastic cheer. Still smiling she faced each young man, and the troll one by one. "Truly this is a day we have all longed for, the day when we could swing open wide the doors to our Kaers, and venture back into the world above again."

"Now I can not lie the world above us is filled with wonder, and dangers a plenty. Although the scourge has ended, many fell creatures still remain, clinging to our world, and it's people, like a tick on a dog! It is a fight that all of us will fight for some time to come, but fight we must! Taking back our world is certainly the greatest priority and gift we could imagine! I urge each of you to look deep inside your hearts and to pay heed to wise King Varuluses words. United we must stand, because divided we shall surely all fall victim to the many dangers that now face our collective peoples!"

Coaul arches an eyebrow at the dwarf's words and whispers to Isil and Garon, "So is she asking that the kaer become part of some far-off kingdom? I do not think everyone would be so upset if that were not the case."

Isil says it out loud, cocking his eyebrow at Silverlining: "Do you mean for us to join this 'Throal' then? We know nothing about it, nor its king, nor its people. I think I speak for everyone when I say that we are very grateful for your news on the end of the Scourge, but we would need to send ambassadors or scouts to Throal to eval.... "

He trails off mid-sentence when he realises what his own words mean and why he's here. He looks to Navic and the council. "Us?" The hint of a smile curls the side of his mouth. He doesn't seem displeased.

Coaul gives a rare look of surprise at Isil's realization. He is dumbfounded by the circumstance he has found himself in.

Navic smiled, happy at Isil's bright and quick reasoning, but saddened at the choices that were about to be made. "Join? Not as such, however our Dwarven friends bring much more news, and some of it grave in it's nature, and because of...many considerations I must ask that each of the three of you promise to keep what follows a secret, until such time as the council agrees to make it...more public."

Navic nods at the Dwarven woman to continue. Hesitantly she nods, and faces the three younger Name Givers. "Are you familiar with the Rites of Passage?"

Garon nodded his huge, square head, his fringe of hair bobbing with the motion. "Not much for a child to to under the earth but read. Not many books to read. Even I've read the Rites of Protection and Passage." He paused, then muttered, "Didn't really get it, though..."