Istredd would agree that those who died, died badly. They tried to save as many natives in there as they could, but there were many losses, and the ones who had been in there longer simply couldn't make it. He plans on checking on the natives who did make it later, not only the Summoned. They were ignored or missed entirely by their nations until the Summoned were taken. No one would have ever come for them.

Istredd hears that and narrows his eyes, annoyed instantly. It isn't a surprise for either of them, but it is annoying as fuck to know they are still withholding answers. "Let me guess, they didn't just offer that up easily, it had to be pushed. Idiots." He's glad for the shield because who knows if Thorne is spying on them even now.

"I knew it was High Magic. I kept thinking we needed the god information to try to counter it." And that was impossible inside. Istredd logs that away for something to know for the next time, because he knows this is not the end. "I suppose demanding more access to that information will go no where with them."