[center][b]Here Cometh the Wolves[/b][/center]

Truth to be told, Esyllt was uncomfortable at the notion of Saul going by himself. He had made a mockery of common etiquette as well as the knight herself; evidently shown by the man rolling his eyes on multiple occasions. Esyllt was uncertain as to what further damage he could cause to potential relationships if he continued acting like a brute. However, Saul did make a vital point in splitting up; the situation was dire and they needed to cover a lot of ground quickly. 

Although Esyllt had attempted to have been covert in her question regarding lizardfolk, Saul and the captain evidently dismissed any form of respect towards the lizardfolk, who more or less seemed to hold humans in a similar esteem. Esyllt was quickly learning how complicated an issue this was and how hard it would be for her act as a neutral party, given how she still couldn't help but watch Shria and Bastian in awe as the mysterious creatures they were to her. 

“I'd rather you join us, Saul.” Esyllt spoke, then nodded towards Jellial, “If control of the self is worth a mention, your presence would be a boon to our company.” After all, the man was built like a brick wall; which could at the very least earn either the respect or fear of more... Savage cultures. At least, form was how the lizardfolk seemed to judge Jellial. Esyllt made a mental note to keep that thought for herself, however.

“I know little of Tuleria's politics, but if there are not a werewolf's,” Esyllt addressed to Jellial though his telepathy, before he would leave the room, “Can you ask Bastian or Rhia to try to see if they find a match? I think they would respond better to you than to the rest of us.”