Well, I've never put much stock in Luciela or Riful's tastes... but yes, that's all that I need you for.

[ There are sounds of movement on his end, now. The sssshing of a sword as it's slid out of a scabbard... and then pushed back into it. Neatly placed against the wall. It won't be necessary. He's his own weapon, after all. ]

I'm ready to leave this very moment. The real question is, are you prepared?