[ His eyes narrows at the mention of Lady Sidwell, and further still at the news that Hayle has closed it's borders. That itself was a res flag, if anything Dion speaks of is, and Clive glances around at his surroundings again, as if someone might pop out to eavesdrop on what is an internal conversation, somehow. ]
And I am afraid you are correct. What we have here is a powder keg waiting for that spark, and it won't take much to set it alight.
And when it does, we will be used. There is nothing about this place that would ever make me doubt that. It's not just us that would be collateral, either. There are innocents here, people who have no say or stake in their rulers, just trying to make their living.
[ His thoughts travel to the people at the mill he'd saved so long ago, the people of Nott he was working to help now. His fingers tighten their grip on the book in his hands. ]
We'll find one. It will have to be here in Thorne, unless we can somehow manage to smuggle dozens of us across the border to the Free Cities— and there's no promises there that they'd take us, not with the bad blood already present.
[ He huffs a laugh. ]
What do you suppose the chances of us finding an airship ruin are?
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[ His thoughts travel to the people at the mill he'd saved so long ago, the people of Nott he was working to help now. His fingers tighten their grip on the book in his hands. ]
[ He huffs a laugh. ]