Rolan was listening to each piece of information in turn, though his original request for where the party had taken place fell on deaf ears. Or overwhelmed more likely, given Ser Aglan was forced to put up with the madness of the Duke. Genuine madness, deliberately inflicted if Gertrude's words were to be believed. Magic, either fey or daemonic, and given how close they were to such old woods he would bet on the former, if he were a man to wager on such things. He wasn't, mind, he was not a fan of gambling when all that was at stake was coin, let alone when it was the mental state of a person, even one he had very little dealings with beyond this maddened state. Relatively benign right now, but he had to consider how to incapacitate the man should he become more problematic. The numbing poisons he used should still work, the magic didn't seem to enhance him, just strike him sensibilities mad, so he could immobilize the man with relatively little effort if the need arose. He would hope it wouldn't, but that would not be for him to decide. 

The focus seemed to be on the Fae as the culprit, or at least involved, fortunately the other knights had more dealings with them than Rolan did. As far as his understanding went, he had been taught the signs to look for and avoid when hunting growing up, one of the few things of worth his father had imparted, knowledge wise, as to not intrude on the courts of the Fae. He was confident he could likely identify the boundaries of such places in the surrounding woods. He had a feeling that nothing they could do would lift this madness so easily, which meant petitioning the Fae to remove it. It did not take a master intellect to know that would not be as easy as just asking, and they would likely want something in return. Summoning one to confirm the magic at play would not be a bad idea, but not something he could help with in the slightest. His train of thought was interrupted by a rather attractive mage, deep regal purple from head to toe, complimenting Gertrude on her identifying the likely sources of the madness magic. Great, she didn't need her ego stoked, though the mage couldn't have known that.

Rolan briefly considered whether being attractive was a requirement to serve in the king's court directly or just a bonus qualification, but put it aside for now. They weren't here to gawk at beautiful people, they had work to do. An interesting title got mentioned by the Duke, the Moonlit Queen, which the others latched onto rather quickly. Let them continue to entertain the mad Duke, Rolan turned his attention to the surroundings. If they could not be told where the party happened, the next best thing was determine where the boundaries of the Fae holdings were. Scouting was something he could absolutely do, and he really rather would not sit here and continue to idle, twiddle his thumbs, or join Tyaethe in puppy dog eyeing the Duke. He spoke as an aside to Ser Aglan, not interrupting the others in their approach of the mad Duke and his ravings, before turning to depart. [color=lightblue]"Once the others are done with their..."audience", do let them know I went to scout out where the boundaries of the suspected culprits behind this lay. Once they gather all they can from his ravings, not having to waste time looking for a destination would be preferred. Especially if we're looking for a "Moonlit Queen's" court."[/color]