Glynhial leans in. She's in high spirits.

GLYNHIAL:
> Dear little ogre boy. Don't you feel silly running away?

Airek has his arms folded, fuming at having been caught.

GLYNHIAL:
> Oh, don't sulk so. You're my *responsibility*. Filis would *kill* me if I let anything *happen* to you.

(to herself)

> Although I might not *let* her next time.

AIREK:
> Why me? Why did you take me?

GLYNHIAL:
> Seriously? You're the kind of elf who thinks he's always the *smartest elf in the room*. I'm going to give you the chance to *prove* it.

Airek reacts in shock.

GLYNHIAL:
> We're going to save the world!