A pause, curious. "Thorne owned Solvunn?" he repeats. He's done a lot of research and for as much as he thinks Solvunn is the faction to pay attention to--well, he's had a rough time adapting to Abraxas. Absorbing a lot of information but still missing important tidbits.
"Thorne was looking for any excuse," he says, "real or fabricated." He stops there, a pointed look at a spot ahead of him. Paranoia, once again. He knows even those few words are dangerous enough on their own to speak.
A conversation for another time, in a nice warded bedroom.
"Thorne once dominated most of the entire continent." This is why Istredd's historian mindset usually gets him information quickly. He knows where to look and who to ask. Most people don't think that sort of thing matters, but it's his go-to when arriving somewhere new.
"My guess is that they've been scheming ever since that changed to get it all back. Having an excuse to go to war with one of the rebel factions and perhaps conquer it again? One way to do it. They won't stop there when they can have it all."
And that is why he thinks Solvunn should be wary. Watching how things go for now might make sense, but he also doubts they're fools there. They have been smart enough to play this right for now. Maybe there are gods protecting them after all. He's heard of stranger things.
"That's how conquerors are. And the current royals would probably see them getting the rest of the continent back as the biggest success of their line."
He knows Thorne is the powerhouse; it's the only reason that he has some comfort being in there, cage and all. Thorne has the ability to do the most damage to the continent. The greatest chance he has at reattaining any sort of power.
But for their current problems it doesn't really matter.
"Istredd," he says the name sharply, commanding, to cut through all his theorizing. He turns his pointed look on the man. A lilt, "Stop talking."
He refuses to risk it. Too much being surrounded by witches and demons that knew how to listen in on a conversation.
"Let's focus on what we need to do." He makes a face, and adds, annoyed, "For Thorne." Which he doesn't at all care for, but it's about reputation.
Lucifer is smart because Istredd is absolutely likely to keep on theorizing and talking out his thoughts, and while he considers himself fairly dry and nonjudgmental at the moment, it can easily be seen as critical of Thorne. He's being critical, that's for certain, and he stops as soon as Lucifer says his name like that.
He understands right away the why and manages to look appropriately sheepish when he realizes how much he'd run his mouth. There are in fact ears everywhere around here, and the Queen is in particular in no mood for critics of her regime.
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"Thorne was looking for any excuse," he says, "real or fabricated." He stops there, a pointed look at a spot ahead of him. Paranoia, once again. He knows even those few words are dangerous enough on their own to speak.
A conversation for another time, in a nice warded bedroom.
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"My guess is that they've been scheming ever since that changed to get it all back. Having an excuse to go to war with one of the rebel factions and perhaps conquer it again? One way to do it. They won't stop there when they can have it all."
And that is why he thinks Solvunn should be wary. Watching how things go for now might make sense, but he also doubts they're fools there. They have been smart enough to play this right for now. Maybe there are gods protecting them after all. He's heard of stranger things.
"That's how conquerors are. And the current royals would probably see them getting the rest of the continent back as the biggest success of their line."
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But for their current problems it doesn't really matter.
"Istredd," he says the name sharply, commanding, to cut through all his theorizing. He turns his pointed look on the man. A lilt, "Stop talking."
He refuses to risk it. Too much being surrounded by witches and demons that knew how to listen in on a conversation.
"Let's focus on what we need to do." He makes a face, and adds, annoyed, "For Thorne." Which he doesn't at all care for, but it's about reputation.
We can wrap here lol poor Lucifer with this fool
He understands right away the why and manages to look appropriately sheepish when he realizes how much he'd run his mouth. There are in fact ears everywhere around here, and the Queen is in particular in no mood for critics of her regime.
"You're right, of course. For Thorne."