[surely he's not going to point her to some corrupted and make her fight them like some kind of dog. surely. this is only the most generous interpretation.

Even that doesn't stop Alear's look from souring though. Why is he like this.]

I would like to avoid that, actually? The less scars you have before fighting Sombron, the better. You know this, Griss.

[alear, you may actually be giving this man too much credit.]

...I'm just surprised you wouldn't go to Zephia with something like this--that's all. [It's not unkind, when Alear says it--say what one will, but Zephia is an incredible opponent. Someone who's strength Alear appreciates having on her side now.] But very well. I suppose I can oblige you. You ought to be prepared for what we'll be facing next.

[things she doesn't intend to mean quite so literally: this

But anyway, there's no corrupted here, now, at least. Alear's hand remains close to her sword, ready.]

Have you anywhere you wish to go, or is here fine?