Orath let the offer he made hang in the air for a moment, and I remained silent. Keep talking, the more you speak, the more I understand.
"Think, Arcanist Voss." Rex's mouth, Orath's cadence, and that would never not be disturbing to listen to and see. "A continent is a small thing to a man who has crossed centuries. This one is ending, but that is not a tragedy; it is a weather system, and only fools tie themselves to the weather. The Conclave does not. The Conclave outlives weather."
The shrinking face tried to smile and mostly managed it. "We always have room for a man who can walk through a Demon Eruption and find the seat of the conspiracy. The Conclave is the home of the greatest secrets, Arcanist Voss. Don't you want to know what the pyramids were built for? Power you cannot imagine from where you stand, and you stand higher than most. All you have to do is the easiest thing in the world."
