Well that's simultaneously very honest and completely unhelpful. Still, Erin nods. "I've been told Faerghus has a bit of a civil war habit. Sounds about right."

The prince. Hrm. Dimitri had spoken of being a leader but was he, what, a landed knight? A duke? A baron? The fucking legally distinct Pope?

Oh right she skipped his first question again didn't she.

"It's just something I say - youngblood, that is. A person or professional who's younger or less experienced than you. You don't seem all that much older than my friend here, so, let me just lay it on the table and hope this 'honest person' impression I'm getting from you is right. Here's my worry: you're new, and you just came out of a bad place. I say his name, and he used to be your enemy? I don't want you going after him. There are no vassals here, and you'd be best served by letting old grudges die. But...if you were his friend, his comrade-in-arms, something like that, then I'd be deeply fucking wronging you to keep you from him a second longer than I have to."

"So. If you can trust that you're not my enemy even if you were his, think you can gimmie something to work with here?"

Erin stoops down to collect her supplies again and squirrel them away into her pockets.