They had finally made their way back into the furnace, which meant as soon as they reached the forge, Terrence could be rid of Helm - which, truly, no one could blame him for hoping for. Helm was unpleasant, in a sticky, spiny sort of way.

"What brings you down here, anyway...?" Terrence said after a long spell of silence. Helm, had not, in fact gotten ridden of the mushroom - which was apparent as his head turned, and the creature was hanging off of one of his ears, biting it.

"Important business. Are you familiar with The Old Lord?" Terrence considered lying and saying yes, but decided that was riskier.

"Can't say I am! Been in the dungeon too much, and such..."

Helm's brow furrowed.

"A noble sort - they are retaking a concept of men, found in texts, and applying it to us - it will direct our society properly, and make sure we don't-" It was about then that Terrence's brain decided to, fortunately, filter out nearly every word in Helm's rant. It sounded like a load of shit, anyway, no need to retain it.

"... So how's that - brought you down here?"

Helm blinked, realizing he'd gotten off track. "Right. The Lord-Heir, Litany went down into the depths - perhaps under the coercion of Knight Shield, meant to be his personal knight, who is now putting him in danger." Helm's tone turned aggotated now, grinding his teeth together. "I am to fetch the Lord-Heir, and the traitot knight both-"

"You said you didn't know for sure if he forced him, though-?"

"I think it is EXTREMELY likely. I know Knight Shield well, and he's always had a nerve above his station, and a menace about him. He always hung around Litany, when we were all younger - already trying to place himself in the future lords' graces, able to infleunce him. We ought to have-"

There was the filter again. Terrence was also moderately sure Helm was... perhaps extremely paranoid, and overly reading into matters. If he was to guess, anyway.

"- if it were up to me, and he's as guilty as he seems, I think an execution is in order, to emphasis the severity of disloyalty-"

"OH, would you look at that, there's the forge!" Terrence pointed to the structure, a low ting of banged metal echoing out. Helm squinted, and headed for it - and without waiting any longer, Terrence promptly got the fuck out of there because any longer near Helm was going to make him insane.