"Markedly less interesting," he answers, adopting the same wryness. His time in Nevarra had been...deeply unpleasant, actually, but he'd been struck by the shambling movement of the corpses overrunning the place. It had been easy to understand just why an entire country of mages could become enamored with the magical possibilities lying dormant in their fallen countrymen.

"Provided you'll have me." The broad you, Riftwatch as a whole - but with the knowledge that Gwenaëlle could easily put in a hesitant word if she so chose. She wouldn't sabotage him - he's quite certain of that - but if she felt him unable to rise to the task at hand, she's perfectly capable of saying so. "I was shown great kindness here when Mother was affiliated with your organization. I'd like to give something in return."