Regulus cocked his head at the old man, a flash of curiosity crossing his features.

"Ya," he said, lifting his hand with the quartz, two fingers raised to gesture to Five to wait. "I have one. Why didn't they turn me into one of their undead soldiers."

The answer was interesting, at least to Regulus.

"He... doesn't really understand. The idea I'm getting is that the forest people don't get involved themselves in the fighting." They had been fairly peaceful during Regulus' stay with them. "And," there was just a bit more. "The other part is... Anurr doesn't obligate people to join him. At least, that's how this man frames it in his mind."