His laugh is short and rough. "Do you not know the stories of the Dread Wolf, Monsieur Kindling? He tricks gods themselves into the void and you think he gives a care for followers?" He clicks his tongue against teeth, and looks from Isaac to Emmerich and back, that shoulder lifting incrementally again.

"Do not feel bad, I too made this mistake and I am not an ignorant shem. He tells me he will make the world for our people again like it was in the days of our gods, but he does not say if we are unlucky we will become trees or rocks or food for demons before we see it. Gods might walk the Fade but we cannot follow there."