"... okay seriously, can I just - " Maker that got out of of hand really quickly before Adasse could toss in a word edgewise. He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his head for a moment as he looked around once more. To Sorrel, to Beleth, over to Myr, back to Fern and then to Nari.

"I'm not saying we secretly murder people. I'm saying we secretly set up little magical groves right under their noses."

He looked over at Beleth, "You're powerful boss, no lie, but Bran's main goal in life is to Not Cause Waves."