Darosh shrugged at the dismissal of his gratitude, but it did not dissuade him. IT was polite, so he would continue to do it. "Well, if it is a waterfall you seek, then we will need a map, and a guide. I know of no waterfalls in this immediate area. Also, there are few forests as ancient as Taldera's, but there are several, if I remember my geography properly."
The Jamouran racked his brain, but came up with nothing more than a general map of the continent. "We will seek out a cartographer or a guide when we arrive in The Spires, after I get to a healer." When he was asked about his own drive, he recalled that the Kelvic had not known what he was. Thus, he was unfamiliar with his kind.
"I'm a Jamouran. We devote our lives to gathering knowledge so that future generations may benefit from it. I am pursuing knowledge in the art of war, and also seek an understanding of the innerworkings of the minds of the many sentient races of this world." He glanced over his shoulder. "I would also like to explore the meditative techniques used to master the magical art of Flux."