He wants answers and he's getting answers. Terrence is in answer city, the city filled with answers. The Protector would much rather answer than have any knight go to the Wizard. She was wrong, she would always be wrong, and he had said as much. And when she was dead and the world spun on, that was all the proof needed that she was wrong. He takes a sip of his tea, shaking his head at Terrence.

"It is not my duty to give a detailed history of this world and our enemy to every hero. She wishes us destroyed. It is your duty to come prepared to save the world. If you need further motivation than the destruction of this planet, it will be given but questioned." He shakes his head.

"And I will not encourage skepticism in the face of Armageddon. Our duty is sound and we must not waver."