[ That tracks with what he's learned of Solvunn so far, though admittedly he hasn't heard much about how people live there beyond their habits of worship. He sets his slushie down on the tray, and it vanishes to be replaced by a regular cup of daru'sira, lightly steaming. ]

Most of us live in the castle. Thorne treats us well, better food and lodging than most in exchange for a few less freedoms regarding travel. But mostly we're left to do as we please, so long as we don't make any trouble.

[ Like speaking against the queen. He shrugs. Only more recently have they been allowed access to the southern city of Nott. ]

If Solvunn and Thorne stay on neutral terms, maybe there'll be the chance to visit one day.