Maccabeus was a little surprised at Maal's question; thus far the young wildlander had spoken only of Kossuth. What marvelous growth among all things here in Threshold. He mused to himself.
He smiled and said, "This one would be a good soldier for Takhisis, Severen. From what I've seen, her will is iron-forged, her arm is strong, and her justice is swift. She even speaks her mind! Of course, you're aware that I speak as an outsider looking in, and have no in-depth knowledge of the ways of your order, but I will submit that she's not above growth by trial."
He surveyed the two and bowed low. "I'll leave you two to the most private of conversations." And with that, he ambled south on the road, towards Ashe's residence, and was swallowed by the night in short order.