Arturio only knew bits and pieces of the land's history. At this point, he felt like he needed to learn more. There seemed to be some deep seeded things in Moladion's past that seemed to be relevant to some of what was going on today. It made the white male wonder what else he might be missing. It might even give him some insight onto Blackthorne as well. He had half a mind to press for more of what Nymeria might know, but decided against it. It was time to go, and he was most appreciative of her time.
"Thank you, Nymeria. For both your time and your offer," he said, respectfully inclining his head. "There's always much to do, and never enough hours in the day. I appreciate your willingness to offer aid. I can only hope we don't need it." With that, he gave a respectful bow to the Bewilderbeast before turning and heading towards Spirane's southern border. He was going to skirt near Iromar, see if he could find out something. If not, no matter. He intended to head to Diveen after that to check in on Azariah.
He paused briefly, looking back towards the woman. "Of course. You won't be just thrown into things, I promise," he said before finally departing. Indeed so much to do, and never enough hours in the day.