Sieghard

"I need a book of magic. I must scrape the rust in here--before my power grows to a level I can no longer control. Time is of the essence."

"Is... Is that something that can actually happen?" Sieghard muttered. He didn't like the sound of that any more than he liked the rest of what Elsa was saying. He pushed the thought from his head, it wasn't something he wanted to dwell on.

"We have little time as it is, Elsa," he said. "I doubt the captain would be happy if you delayed letting him know the Jarl has marched any longer than necessary. How urgently do you need this book?"