[ Maglor turns that over in his head consideringly - well, he isn't being lied to outright, nor is he being told that he is safe from harm. He is far past the point that any of his decisions have been good, but just this once he is so tired he will trust that he is not in undue danger now ]

It may be seen to be useful, aye - especially in circumstances of the unknown. [ the knife flicks back into its sheathe (the handle is marked with blood and Maglor cannot quite hide the flash of pain) and he drops his guard a little more ]

Are there so many worlds out there? I confess to finding it very strange indeed.