Daylen makes a soft sound of frustration. As sharp as he may be, as clever with his words and quick to learn he is not as wise nor long-lived as Thranduil. He is but a child in comparison, not a general or a king. He is simply a young mage forced to try and learn how to command. Even if he wishes to be more he is not that person yet, is still scrambling to live up to some vague expectation.

"Mislead them, in some way? Lose them in our maze?"