Sigeric stared blankly at the man being carried by Helvion for several moments. Was he dead? No, he seemed to be breathing. He seemed rather familiar, but... It finally registered. Sigeric felt a wave of contradictory emotions pass over him: relief at finding Cardiloc alive, confusion as to where he had been and why he had just now been found, bitterness at their failure to find him sooner. But below it all, Sigeric felt a strange sense of anger. For the past eleven months, he had been led to believe that he had failed Cardiloc back in Ithilien. That the Dunlending could be dead, or worse, and Sigeric was partially responsible. Although this weight was partially lifted, he was left with far more questions than answers. Where in the bloody hell had Cardiloc been? Why had he not returned sooner, or tried to contact them? And the most pressing matter of all, why had he kept a silmaril hidden from them for weeks, months, or even since the island?! Sigeric could demand answers later. Despite this turmoil of emotions, he did his best to keep his composure as usual. "Stay your weapons, he is one of ours. Given what we have all lived through, we shouldn't be surprised by such a turn of events." he said, the hint of a smile appearing on his lips. "I would thank Illuvatar for this, if I still believed he cared about us." He was startled by the ranger from earlier suddenly whispering in his ear. "It took you a while to catch on, did it not?" Sigeric responded. "Tell me, soldier, do you believe in justice? Whoever sent those men does not. They do not plan to allow Glorfindel to reach the city and await trial. That is why we chose to accompany them. If you wish to help, find a way to ensure that his wounds are treated." Sigeric turned back towards Cardiloc and the others.