[Stephen idly spoons some of the gumbo into his mouth as Sam explains. It's good; a shame that overtly serious talk always overshadows flavor. His brows raise at the question, making a face that says oh, that guy without having to actually say it. Silverware clinks against the lip of the bowl.]

Yeah. The four-armed guy living in a cave somewhere in the Horizon. I had the pleasure of stumbling across him while exploring, and I have to say- [Sarcasm.] -he's quite the host.

[The decor of strung-up corpses, the massive bowl of wiggling, chitinous things, the low opinion of sorcerers, and of course, discussion of the brewing political climate.]

He told me war's brewing. That it's inevitable. [Mm, not the best choice of words to use in the presence of anyone from their Earth. Go figure that he's the one stirring the pot, if Stephen's already stringing his assumptions together correctly.] Guess it makes sense why he was so invested in the idea.

What's his angle?