"Ours should be empty still. Room four."

But he'd been hoping for an excuse to Dimension Door to a nearby rooftop "That should work, thank you."

Up to room four, then.

"She didn't actually tell me very much, she said it was up to you how much you wanted to share. But supposedly there's a wizard in Galt who might or might not be able to help with closing the Worldwound, and she thought I might recognize the name, or a description. —She tried telling me the name herself, but her pronunciation was..." There's not really a polite way to finish that sentence.

"Mine may also not be good, but - Élie Cottonet?"

Ramien never met Julien Camille Élie Cotonnet. His home was Edme, not Isarn, and as much time as he spent travelling he was rarely in the capital. 

But he knows the name. He's read some of his speeches, the ones copied down by eager revolutionaries and distributed, eventually, with his name attached. The love of liberty is spreading, day by day, with the devouring rapidity of a great conflagration, no longer circulated in anonymous pamphlets but spread widely for all to read. The citizens of Galt are ready to die for their freedom — focus. No one ever spoke of him as an accomplished wizard, but it would hardly have been the most interesting thing about him.

Ramien did not witness his execution. He heard about it, eventually, but at the time it hardly seemed notable, just one more name on a long list of those put to the mercy of the Blade as counterrevolutionaries and traitors. The man he heard it from thought the charges were too lenient, not that it would have changed the sentence, thought that anyone calling to pardon known diabolists must have been an agent of Hell from the outset. Is it possible to believe that these slave soldiers, subject to beatings, starved, tormented, torn from their homes – that the soldiers would turn their weapons against their liberators — focus.

"Not unless you know how to release his soul from a Final Blade," he says distantly.

"Oh. ...I don't."

"It's supposed to be possible in theory." People talked about it, sometimes, as a project for after the revolution. The most hopeful among them thought they might someday be able to restore the innocent to life and release the guilty to Nirvana's care; the more practically-minded still thought it might be possible to let Nirvana claim them all. But it wasn't designed to be easy, or it could hardly have been a defense against Hell. "But it might be a decade's work, or a century's, even if you had Cyprian's permission. ...Which I don't think you would."

"I would not expect it. I... don't have any very strong reason to think I need him in particular, but it could've - well."

"—I assume that would make more sense if I knew more about your background." It's hard to imagine why someone would expect a specific Galtan revolutionary to be able to close the Worldwound, to the point of inquiring about him by name, and then say he didn't need him in particular. 

"It's very complicated and strange" and sometimes when he tells people they think he's a succubus. "Thank you anyway."

Maybe he's got a little shard of unbroken prophecy somehow. People say that Nethys does, or Pharasma, or that it sometimes functions this close to the Worldwound. He's never really put much stock into any of that, but it's not like he has a better guess.

"I'm sorry I couldn't bring you better news. Was there anything else?"

"Some other names but I take it not ones you'd be likely to recognize - a couple of Osirians."

He shakes his head. "I've never been that far south."

"I assume you've already heard that the Queen pardoned - or at least decided against executing, he wasn't specific - Thall, how are the rest of yours faring there?"

He spends a couple moments contemplating how to phrase his reply. "I think Her Majesty is inclined towards mercy, and hoping that her mercy will inspire us to continue to assist with Worldwound defense."

"I don't know that whatever you had in mind wouldn't have worked," sighs Blai.

"I was happy to mind the temple before, and it's only going to be more needed with Terendelev dead and so many people setting out on Crusade. ...I don't know about the other two."

"It seemed to weigh on Thall."

"Kenabres would not be better off if the Prelate were killed by the demons," he says, in a tone that makes it very clear that this is the best thing he can say about the man.

That seems probably true. Blai nods.

...Now that he thinks about it, Hulrun's behavior is probably more shocking to people who didn't see the Galtan revolution.

"May you travel swiftly and find good fortune on your journey."

"Thank you."

Next on the agenda is Daeran Arendae.

"Select. I don't suppose you'd be willing to take this meeting in my temporary quarters in Lord Kaske's residence?"

"...if you prefer, I don't see why not."