[ Is that all? A mage who can summon those she needs? It's true Ambrose has claimed to be the only one who can read his book, something he believes if Jon can be believed. There are more layers atop that truth than he likes, but. He can't find any reason to disbelieve it, either. Not for now.
Although: ] But he knows now?
[ Someone must've told Ambrose. Haven't they? Perhaps not. He gets the sense no one trusts the High Mage much, either, though for different reasons than the queen. And as far as he's aware, those who have remained in Thorne number fewer than anywhere else. It'd make it easier to...what. Conspire? Between them? Is that what they're all doing? He can't imagine the castle is anything except full of hidden blades, but even the most deceitful of them will need friends. Of a sort.
Shit. He's so tired of untangling other people's agendas. He's yet to even ask Kylo about who in the hell that sorceress was. The one who led him out that night. Thinking back, he might've recognized her from a glimpse, once. When he was first pulled through? Maybe. He isn't sure.
Speaking of. Something occurs to him, abruptly, and he leans forward. His gaze is scrutinizing. He thinks of Mal, appearing without memory or knowledge on the other side of the entire damn continent. He doesn't know what it means. How the fuck does that even work? ] How many new faces have you seen in the past few months?
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Although: ] But he knows now?
[ Someone must've told Ambrose. Haven't they? Perhaps not. He gets the sense no one trusts the High Mage much, either, though for different reasons than the queen. And as far as he's aware, those who have remained in Thorne number fewer than anywhere else. It'd make it easier to...what. Conspire? Between them? Is that what they're all doing? He can't imagine the castle is anything except full of hidden blades, but even the most deceitful of them will need friends. Of a sort.
Shit. He's so tired of untangling other people's agendas. He's yet to even ask Kylo about who in the hell that sorceress was. The one who led him out that night. Thinking back, he might've recognized her from a glimpse, once. When he was first pulled through? Maybe. He isn't sure.
Speaking of. Something occurs to him, abruptly, and he leans forward. His gaze is scrutinizing. He thinks of Mal, appearing without memory or knowledge on the other side of the entire damn continent. He doesn't know what it means. How the fuck does that even work? ] How many new faces have you seen in the past few months?