Kahlil grips his own wrist, cocking his head. But Istredd having a hand in the wards could be useful one day.

Anyway - on gods new and old, and everything in between that they only find more questions for - he hadn't meant to go on a conspiracy tangent in the middle of town, even with the help of Istredd's sound buffering spell.

He shakes his head and let out a derisive snort.

"Maybe we can ask poor Thevan for the hundredth time."

Him and every book dealer between here and Nott have been raided for anything even remotely connected to the gods and history of the country.

Kahlil does start walking toward the Dragon's Keep, though.

"You mentioned transformations before," he says, waving a hand in front of his face, then toward Istredd. "Did you used to look different?"