"I could. I'd want to meet him first. I trust your judgment but I wouldn't want to butt heads with the old man without having something to show for it. Vesemir can't accuse you have having wrapped me around your little finger when we were younger if I like him personally." He smiles ruefully. He'd do anything for either of his brothers, he'd fight and die for them, with them, he'd ride to the ends of the earth to find them and bring them home. But he'd always felt like he had to look out for Lambert, the sensitive and hot-headed novice more than half a century younger than himself.