He shuddered at the visual she conjured. Butter wasn't anything he had ever considered rubbing on anything but a burn. His expression of distaste was likely comical.

"That young. Many recruits come to the circles at that age. It wasn't about law as much as it was about faith. Father was an idealist. I think he viewed allowing me to go as his own sort of sacrifice for his beliefs." He would never have admitted it to the man, but it had been one of the most frightening decisions he had ever made, to leave everything and everyone he knew behind, particularly once he had seen the tower jutting from its island base in the lake, like a lone fang piercing the sky. His look grew more thoughtful with the turn of his musing.

"I...have been concerned. Not that it was ever my business. Well, technically, it is my business when an apostate becomes so vocal, but what I mean is...I never really liked the thought of you getting caught up in some of that. He seems to be headed dangerous places, and I'm not talking about Sundermount." At the times he had given it thought, it had been a more general concern for someone good for the city and a fellow countryman. Now he saw that worry with the potential to become more personal.