He lifts tired eyes up to look at Kostos, but he doesn't really have a retort to whatever that is. It's a problem for all. So few will approach it, though, that it becomes a bigger problem for those who will. Finally he exhales and half-slumps, doodling in the condensation pools on the table.

"It's our future," he mutters. "One way or another. Either we find something, or the Chantry takes all of you back in, in chains, and it's not going to show mercy."