The dip of his chin's acknowledgment: Yeah, thought that's how that'd go,

"Sure," Bad odds as an apostate; more likely, some brief exception. Circles got ambassadors. Estates got advisors. Imperium's full of mages will need a transition, "Just... what we got here, 's not so different."

An isolated tower. A strange gaggle of them, bundled together, set to rules and reports. It's half funny, sometimes, how close the rebels have hewn to this place. Maybe says something,

"So I gotta act like it means the same."

Cedric steps for the door. Knows damn well when he's cornered someone: This is Benedict's domain,

Conscious to cede that.

"Let y'know if I turn anything up."