Bichat moves along easily, long strides for someone his height, he walks faster than the human on the medium armor, and far nimbler, his footsteps so light you can't hear him.

Upon hearing the king and his diviner he ponders...

silly humans, they only think in their short life spans, an elven wizard could keep the magic going for 4 generations of humans

Instead he says:

When will we be departing? With what sort of provisions?