i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
In this, their interests align perfectly. Just as Aela does not wish to confront Gale a second time without some sort of leverage, neither does Reave (though for a first time rather than a second - he has seen enough to know he had better be well prepared when they meet). Even as Aela considers what magicians they might be able to sway to their side, Reave too considers their other options. Magicians are not the only ones with power, after all.
And magicians are hardly omnipotent. Not anymore. Not in this new world that had been carved from the ashes of the old.
As Aela opens her memories to him - the glimpses of her plans - something insidious begins to suffuse his bone-masked expression. Tilting his head, he eyes Aela with one matching blue eye as she expounds on her thoughts for thievery. Reave has never been above such things (after all, his entire life had been built on that very thing - even his name), but he would not be foolish about it.
His grin deepens as she speaks, and he can see already the ways in which her plan might play itself out. If he truly means something to the Loessian queen, he could be valuable. And if he isn’t… well, it would be good practice. But at the end of the day, there would only be one way to find out for certain however.
When Reave finally makes his decision, there is no vacillation. No hesitation. He has never been one to second guess himself once he has made up his mind, nor would he start now. “I will take him then,” he agrees simply, eyes gleaming with a dangerous anticipation. He finds now that they have found a direction in which to go, that there is an intoxicating sort of excitement in the whiplash visions of the future now unfolding before him.
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