Ignis merely hummed in response, though whether the sound was agreement or simply acknowledgement, it was impossible to tell. Turning to take in the same view as Aven, he hefted the bags on his back a little higher, watching the streaks of gold break across the horizon. It was true, what Aven said, the people of Connloath looked up to the Mordecai in ways he couldn't quite fathom, giving them the power to veto even the Grand Duke, the equivalent of a King! It was almost hard to believe how many of the Mordecai would blindly follow the Duke into his mad purging of all mages, a majority of them aligned with his views. How they could be such fools as to harbour such hate against the mages who had done nothing wrong, he didn't know. Yes, it was true that the late Grand Duke had been assassinated by a Mage, but that did not mean the rest of his kin should suffer for his actions.
And he'd said all that out loud hadn't he?
Fuck.
