Tycondrius was familiar with what exactly Krysaos was trying to 'save' such females from.
Knowing that the Captain was not as selfless as he might have seemed, Tycon could not condone such a tremendous waste of time.
"Ahem," He cleared his throat, "Brother-Captain, the artifacts."
"Oh, right," Krysaos narrowed his eyebrows. "Sorry, girlie. We gotta find a friend of ours before we can help you... we're looking for the uh... Swords of the Forgotten King."
Mina pursed her lips... "Did you say... the Swords of the Forgotten King?"
"See, LT?" Krysaos grinned. "Everything'll work out."
"The outsider with the metal swords!" Mina squealed, "My tribe has them!"
Even though her earlier tone had been calm and even, it seemed she was easily excitable.
...That would make it easier for her to be fooled.
