"Then we watch out for that envoy and in the meantime do what we can to figure out what we're waiting for."

It's not a lot of information, but Stephen at least still has access to the library. If it's a thing of Thorne's imprisonment he doubts there'll be much to find, but if it's a creature of renown maybe so. Infamy earns credit for the faction that brings it to heel. He'll look for whatever clues he can find that might match up.

Voice still carefully level, carefully low. Gaze shifting away from its resolute meeting of Jon's only to briefly check his surrounding.

"It'll have to act soon or keep you alive long enough to play the role of key. Either way, time to resign yourself to living a little longer."

There's an unfortunate lack of mirth in it, for all those words shouldn't not be a joke. He'd set out down here to let Jonathan Sims know that there would be no execution for as long as himself and the other doubtless many opposed had any hope for a say in the matter, but he'd found instead a man seemingly ready to walk himself to the gallows when the day came.

No such luck. By his will or against it, this place has other plans for Jon. Maybe the rest of them will only be a safety net.