Earnestness without thought was simply rashness, and without tact, bluntness, neither of which served to be productive. The Herald, an elf among so many humans, hardly needed a lecture about minding one's words though, Brigham understands that much. So, he changes the topic after a small nod and a moment of quiet.

"You and your companions have been making headway where the soldiers could not," he says, and pauses for the briefest moment to consider he will soon be (or rather, is now, perhaps?) one of those companions. "I imagine your confrontation with the Avvar challenger shall be soon, then."