A discrete offering to Sylaise

As they climbed, Dante snorted. Hard to make friends when you're at the top. Jorah should know that better than anyone. Though they were friendly now, their allegiances and goals could shift in moments. It could all be a facade, designed to bring down ones guard.

We really should repair this temple, sometime. He didn't clarify if 'we' was himself and Jorah or the elves in general.