"What's wrong?" The astute Priest immediately noticed Lancelot's distress and instantly guessed the reason, "Did Tijana contact you?"
Lancelot silently nodded his head, remained quiet for a long while, then turned to address the elderly Holy Warrior, "Sir Ivendell, there is a matter I need to entrust to you..."
"Please command ... wait, you're not leaving again, are you?" Ivendell's weathered eyebrows furrowed, "You know, as a Commander, you should not always leave the responsibility of leadership to others while you run around like a firefighter ..."
