[Another possibility comes to mind. That his arrival (much less the arrival of so many others) through Solvunn's summoners was the work of flawed men that did not have a true understanding of the forces they would deign to command, yet would utilize them regardless.
Why though? Was it their star apparently in crisis that forced such measures? Or was he to take what they said at face value, and believe they thought it the will of their gods?
The thought has his gaze drop, his lips move into a terse little line, and the backs of his curled fingers to drum faintly against his jaw. Either of these things instills in him no small amount of unhappiness, that's clear. But he doesn't have enough to go on to suggest it as possibility- as freshly arrived and as unknowing as he was. He'd have to learn how this nation worked before he could posit anything better than idle speculation.
...Much better, (right now anyway) to focus on clarifying that little request. His hand finally uncurls and then lowers back to his side, his gaze raising, and his smile returning, though changed. This one is far more impish.]
Everything. From arrival, if you would be so kind. Adventures. Trials. Successes! ...As well as all else. Spare me no detail.
[He just wants to know how his dear friend is doing. ...It's important to him. And surely hearing about Emet-Selch's time here would go a long way toward that.]
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[Another possibility comes to mind. That his arrival (much less the arrival of so many others) through Solvunn's summoners was the work of flawed men that did not have a true understanding of the forces they would deign to command, yet would utilize them regardless.
Why though?
Was it their star apparently in crisis that forced such measures? Or was he to take what they said at face value, and believe they thought it the will of their gods?
The thought has his gaze drop, his lips move into a terse little line, and the backs of his curled fingers to drum faintly against his jaw. Either of these things instills in him no small amount of unhappiness, that's clear. But he doesn't have enough to go on to suggest it as possibility- as freshly arrived and as unknowing as he was. He'd have to learn how this nation worked before he could posit anything better than idle speculation.
...Much better, (right now anyway) to focus on clarifying that little request. His hand finally uncurls and then lowers back to his side, his gaze raising, and his smile returning, though changed. This one is far more impish.]
Everything. From arrival, if you would be so kind. Adventures. Trials. Successes! ...As well as all else. Spare me no detail.
[He just wants to know how his dear friend is doing. ...It's important to him. And surely hearing about Emet-Selch's time here would go a long way toward that.]