Rolan wasn't too keen on how things were progressing currently. Some discreet chatter between a few of the Order, but otherwise giving the Moonlit Queen a chance to respond to the defeat of her guardian, and apparently that response was cheerful. Right, this was probably all a game to her, sitting in this little pocket of Fae warped space, simply creating what suited her mood and leaving it for people to stumble across. He had to wonder, however briefly, how many people might have been killed stumbling across the guardian by sheer accident, but that wasn't a line of thinking he wanted to pursue right now. Rather, he focused on the rather abrupt No and what, for a lack of better terms, he would count as a temper tantrum over a big, stupid idiot not having time anymore. That...gave him some inclination as to the [i]why[/i] the Duke was robbed of his wits and mind, and also confirmed it was the Moonlit Queen as well. Then she turned on the gathered knights and asked a simple question, what could they even do.

This was where things got tricky, because for all the progress Rolan had made in the recent past, he considered his relative skill and capabilities the least potent of the Captain's chosen retinue of knights. That being said, he had an idea how to proceed, at least in a way that was more than rattling off what he was capable of and pretending it held a candle to the rest of the Order. He would have to do so, he suspected, but he could at least try and set up the others to follow up on what he had to say next. He considered the Moonlit Queen and her stance, as Dame Tyaethe spoke on her own capabilities, mostly as a fighter, but including a mention in liturgy. Hopefully the Queen didn't get her started on that, he wasn't sure he could stomach preaching at this particular moment in time on top of everything else that had passed so far. However, he wasn't going to let the silence stand so he spoke up next, standing his ground where he was among the knights.

[color=lightblue]"If we are rattling off what we can do, I suppose I have a few to add to the list. Capable crossbowman, competent alchemist, hunter of man and beast, tracker and survivor to name the more relevant. Though one thing does puzzle me, is why you would pass up on a wager so readily in this case. Of all the plainly visible proof and spoken word of your capabilities and talent, it would seem almost counter to all of that that you would pass up a chance to add further to your regalia and proof of such power and prestige. Especially if you think we have so little to offer that it wouldn't be worth the challenge, it'd be the easiest thing for you to take all we're fool enough to offer up, would it not?"[/color] Rolan had not been wanting to, or planning to, speak at such length but once he started he found himself continuing, seemingly as naturally as one breathed. He had done similar before, goading the Witch's Apprentice in the past, so perhaps it was something he could make good use of. If not, well, he'd have to apologize to the Captain if they survived this mess intact.