A huge grey finger joins its thumb to pinch the crown of Frederick's nose. "Indeed, not."
Frederick nods studiously at mention of Ssyath. "Yes, we have met," he rumbles. "I did not think we would meet again. This is either most fortuitous or..." he frowns, failing to find the right word, "not," he finishes, lamely.
Looking down to Olofire, he nods slowly. "If an hour is sufficient, it would be foolish to deny that. We shouldn't waste time, but neither should we venture into their own lair unprepared."