What?

I... I believe the two go hand in hand,

-and what's more, I-- -What did he say to me?

I think he said you're wrong.

I have heard enough.

Your words are nothing.

My word is everything. What is yours worth?

I beg your pardon?

I give you my word I'll bring back proof of this creature,

and in return, you'll admit you're wrong,

and you'll grant me membership here,

so I might finally take my place where I truly belong.

You do not belong here, and you will fail.

Well, in that case, you have nothing to lose.

Very well.

You'll swear on it?

I will.

Then you'll excuse me if I take my leave.

I, uh... I have much to prepare.

Thank you.