Damien gives Berenike a lupine grin, nodding in thanks and respect. His eyes are piercing, and as he speaks to her he seems to take his measure of her carefully and intently. "I do indeed know what I am suggesting, and I thank you for your aid and support. I've had extensive training in the art of persuasion, but it seems that you have talents an order of magnitude more remarkable."
He sheathes his greatsword, drawing his unremarkable oak staff back out from under his cloak with a flourish before resting one end of it on the ground. "As for transportation, I can run on the air. I daresay you all can outpace me, though I can run much swifter than most and I do it as a crow flies. Do you have a better transportation alternative I could take advantage of?"