The conversation had moved on to more practical matters...
As the chatter went on, Nero let their words wash over him without really listening. His mind was elsewhere, turning over everything he had learned.
The Templars had known. They had sent evacuation orders three days ago. Which meant they had advance warning about the Grey Cloud attacks.
Seers, Obed had mentioned. Templars who could witness visions of what was to come. The White Prophets.
So there was a chance they had known Gor would be attacked. They could have warned the town, could have evacuated people before the Grey Crows descended and wrought terror upon it.
But they hadn't.
Why?
Was Gor too remote? Too small and limited in use and resources to be seen as save worthy? Or had the seers simply not seen it in their visions?
Nero didn't know which possibility was worse.
He became aware that someone was speaking to him. He blinked and refocused to find Obed looking at him expectantly.
"Sorry," Nero said. "What?"
