His eyebrow lifts at contact, though he decides not to ask. He's not exactly forthcoming about who he's linked to in Thorne, either.
He doesn't disagree. The queen is dangerous, but at least he knows the sort of threat she is. It isn't good, but he understands Thorne. Their courts, their politics, their ambitions. It's the other two kingdoms he can't put his finger on. Solvunn in particular, from the start, has left him uneasy, if only because they seem to have lulled some into a sort of quiet security with promises of neutrality. As if they didn't send people to that crater all the same. And who the hell knows where the people who originally opened those portals fucked off to. No one's heard or seen them since.
"It isn't ideal anywhere." His boot knocks a scattered medallion; he leans to pick it up. Can't even remember who it belongs to. Before his time, perhaps. Is he even replicating these medallions correctly? Probably not.
He sighs. He knows why Nadine is hesitating and he can't blame her. There's no point in telling her everything is as usual. He can only sweep so much under the table. Ignoring what is so glaring seems borderline absurd at this juncture.
"It was like this, when I arrived this morning." He's absolutely shit at keeping his mind from affecting the Horizon in ways he doesn't want. Something about this place drags every shadow out of him. It's irritating, when he's otherwise so practiced at putting everything away.
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He doesn't disagree. The queen is dangerous, but at least he knows the sort of threat she is. It isn't good, but he understands Thorne. Their courts, their politics, their ambitions. It's the other two kingdoms he can't put his finger on. Solvunn in particular, from the start, has left him uneasy, if only because they seem to have lulled some into a sort of quiet security with promises of neutrality. As if they didn't send people to that crater all the same. And who the hell knows where the people who originally opened those portals fucked off to. No one's heard or seen them since.
"It isn't ideal anywhere." His boot knocks a scattered medallion; he leans to pick it up. Can't even remember who it belongs to. Before his time, perhaps. Is he even replicating these medallions correctly? Probably not.
He sighs. He knows why Nadine is hesitating and he can't blame her. There's no point in telling her everything is as usual. He can only sweep so much under the table. Ignoring what is so glaring seems borderline absurd at this juncture.
"It was like this, when I arrived this morning." He's absolutely shit at keeping his mind from affecting the Horizon in ways he doesn't want. Something about this place drags every shadow out of him. It's irritating, when he's otherwise so practiced at putting everything away.