There's an ache of betrayal in Zevlor's chest, coupled with a sting of righteous rage, whenever he thinks of Elturel. It's present now, too, but it feels a little more distant than usual. He's safe here, and so is Anthem, and they have time to make plans for their return to Faerun.
"The thing about massive deals with archdevils is that it's tricky to prove who signed the contract after the dust clears," he says, and it's a little bitter, but calm. "It's all right. Kreeg is rotting in a cage in Avernus, as he should be. At least there is some justice."
His amber gaze sharpens, flames flickering faster with interest at the news from the Gate. Especially a tiefling seizing control of Ramazith's Tower. Nine Hells, could that possibly be Rolan? Setting that aside for a moment, he takes a breath and asks, "The Absolute. Destroyed?"
He spoke to someone once before here, who indicated such was--or would be--the case. He hasn't seen it happen yet, himself, though, and he'll take every crumb of hope that he can catch.
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"The thing about massive deals with archdevils is that it's tricky to prove who signed the contract after the dust clears," he says, and it's a little bitter, but calm. "It's all right. Kreeg is rotting in a cage in Avernus, as he should be. At least there is some justice."
His amber gaze sharpens, flames flickering faster with interest at the news from the Gate. Especially a tiefling seizing control of Ramazith's Tower. Nine Hells, could that possibly be Rolan? Setting that aside for a moment, he takes a breath and asks, "The Absolute. Destroyed?"
He spoke to someone once before here, who indicated such was--or would be--the case. He hasn't seen it happen yet, himself, though, and he'll take every crumb of hope that he can catch.