[ Claire has tried thinking of ways to get Jon to Solvunn, but she knows it is a laborious task at best, and an action that isn't taken lightly. ] At this point, even if we could move freely, any relocation might be seen as a defection of some sort. More fuel for the fire.

[ She sighs and rubs her forehead before leaning back more fully in her seat to look at him. ]

Did you hear of the human sacrifice in Solvunn? It was done willingly, by all appearances, and granted us the favor of a god that's now protecting our ocean border. So, that's where things are at, over in my neck of the woods.

[ Claire drains her wine, and then raises a hand politely, nodding when she catches the attention of the wait staff, holding up a finger for another. ]