He knew the names Lancelot and Clarisse, having heard them crop up over the first year of his stay in this world. The latter had taken Maglor's brother's shard, and he wasn't forgetting that anytime soon. The Marquis and Marchionesses were unknown to him, just as some of the barons were only people that he knew existed in spires he hadn't visited.

Javik didn't take his eyes off of her, nor he did he lean forward when she lowered her voice. Her conviction was refreshing, but that last part threw it out of sync.

"Best for you?" His upper lip peeled back over his teeth. "Know your purpose, yes, but you achieve nothing if it is for selfish reasons. Not in war."