Ursaren stood above the kneeling elf and in front of Jezebeth, the woman whom the old man wished to take under his wing and help get over these bad feelings that she has right now. With the same jovial voice, Ursaren responded to the elf with haste. [b]"Very well."[/b] The old man walked over to the bindings residing on Jezebeth's arms as he undid them. Ursaren would have to be on high alert and attempt as hard as he can to keep his little secret under his cloak. If he revealed what he was in front of these elves, he'd be swarmed by the group of elves and pretty much slain where he stood. 

Once Jezebeth was unbound, Ursaren offered her a hand to help her onto her feet, and smiled at her reassuringly. He was looking forward to helping her see that she can earn her honor back, and overall get these ideas of rejection and dishonor out of her head for good. With the smile on his face, the jolly tone of voice he possessed, and his trident aimed towards the sky in his other hand. If you were in Jezebeth's point-of-view, the old man would look insanely badass. [b]"So Jezebeth, are you ready to come with us and get over these horrible feelings?"[/b]