I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU
Killdare is not sure that he has ever been so involved in a conversation. He supposed that it was something he had somehow managed to skirt out of before. Now that he could not, he was getting his back pay- ten fold. He himself had asked a lot of questions, he must, because without them they would not receive answers.
The young bay has much to say, and first and foremost he indulges them on his gift. Necromancy. The rising of dead things from the ground, foul and smelling. He turns to ask Killdare how he would see fit to use the corpses for the army. "Warship still commands rank here. I would not presume to know more than he on military matters." Though he knew a fair bit, Warship was a seasoned vet, he had seen war and battle much more than Killdare could even dream of. "I would consult with him further on how these creatures could best serve in that sense, but I do not doubt they will come in handy."
It's true, they would be useful, especially when it came to loss of life. Better these walking dead than any member of their Kingdom. That makes him think, member of their kingdom, he turns to Straia then. "Speaking of, do the Gates have any dearly departed?" Now that might throw some of them for a loop. The decayed corpse of a loved one, especially anything recent.
The conversation spills into what the Necromancer had observed while there. Killdare did not hope for much information, but he was pleased with the tidbits that they were given. The Colonel had not met either one of those men, so he could only nod and take mental note of which additions they had received. One little something did bring a smirk to his chin, a deer, how absurd. So this Mast character was a shifter, and a prey animal at that. That was amusing, why wouldn't it be?
He is not surprised that anyone in the Gates was upset about their ex-Queen. That they might want to get the Chamber back for the whole ordeal. Most of what would follow were questions for the Queen. Some though he could still give input on, and so he did. "I for one would like to know about any traited horses there. Their names, their powers." He pauses, this is all information he would take to and discuss with Warship. Together they would go over their options on the military front, and do what they could with what they learned. "Also, I'd like the current status of their magical entity. If you can manage, see where they currently stand with the Deserts, the Amazons, or the Dale." Surely that was enough. It would be a task in itself to ask about such things without raising suspicion.
Now they had to give a little, to get a lot. What would they send word of to the Gates? "Hmmm, Straia what do you think?" He looks to her for answers because when it came down to it she was the boss lady. She would have the final say, he can only offer suggestions on this matter. "He could tell them Gryffen's been gone?" That might give them some sense of false hope. The winged Chamber ghost was the root of most of their misfortune after all, and he wasn't sure this little snippet would hurt for anyone to know. "Tell them their Queen is well, that much I am certain they will inquire about." He stares at the ground in thought, he didn't know what might be useful in this aspect. Best leave it to her majesty.