[ Well, he tried, but it's pretty clear that, right now at least, Hank has no interest in listening to what he has to say. Arenvald can practically feel his opinion of this man plummeting with every sandpaper-coated word out of his mouth, and it's only because he likes Connor so much that he doesn't push any further.

Instead he stays where he is, arms folded over his chest and expression carefully neutral Hank finishes his tirade. ]

I'm not trying to guilt you into anything.

[ Despite his efforts, it comes out a little more clipped than he means it to, and he realizes that he needs to walk away from this before he says something he regrets. ]

If you get lost on your way to the rooms, one of the Temple's servants can guide you. Just look for the fellows that look sort of like ghosts.

Enjoy your rest.

[ With that bit of information he will in no way explain, he gives Sumo one last pat on the head before he departs. Hank can stumble around on his own for all he cares right now. ]