With a sharp gesture at Kahl, burning gaze locked on Zerxus, "You mourn me, and yet."

"Everyone I've ever loved hates you, I've made my peace with that." He won't insults Kahl by breaching the sphere of his protection, but he stands up and reaches a hand right to the edge of it.

"Tell me what happened to you. Tell me how to stop it."

"That will hardly help me." It's the answer that Zerxus expected, but what he didn't is the slightest, strangest catch to the words. The future of another Exandria means nothing to him, but he still wants it to change.

What does that mean? What does that tell him, beyond any convenient half-truths?

"The wizards of Aeor are forging a weapon to kill the gods."