"Carefully," comes the immediate non-answer, most of Kostos' attention taken by staring up at the tower.
Ghislain disabused him of any notion that Southern Circles were anything like the gilded campuses in Nevarra, decades ago. But from a distance this the arches and spires on this one had given the impression of a middle ground between the oppressive prison fortress and the hammered gold dome. Some elegance to it, maybe.
But coming closer has not done it any favors.
He tears his eyes away from the tower and musters a better response. "We should start with something we can verify. Something you saw. Or something someone reliable has written down."
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Ghislain disabused him of any notion that Southern Circles were anything like the gilded campuses in Nevarra, decades ago. But from a distance this the arches and spires on this one had given the impression of a middle ground between the oppressive prison fortress and the hammered gold dome. Some elegance to it, maybe.
But coming closer has not done it any favors.
He tears his eyes away from the tower and musters a better response. "We should start with something we can verify. Something you saw. Or something someone reliable has written down."