Benedict gives a little sigh through his nose. He's told enough people now that it shouldn't still be stuck so fully in his craw, but somehow it never gets easier.

"I was apprenticed to a magister who took us south for his research." What was the research? He doesn't fucking remember, who cares, he was high for most of it, "when we were captured by Riftwatch, I discovered he had fallen in with the Venatori."

He meets Vandren's eyes wearily; go on, get it over with.