"…" Both Oliver and Verdant paused to consider that. They could sense wisdom in the Captain's words. The Idris heir dipped his head, as he confirmed the point in his head.
"I believe you have given me something useful to dwell on, Captain. I thank you for it," Verdant said. "It certainly seems to be a fact that it is true… Distortions are evident on every level. One need not see the height level of a structure to know everything there is to know about it."
"I take no pleasure in that knowledge, Lord Idris," Lombard said regretfully. "It pains me to see the land that I love in such a state. I hope the Gods do not see fit to wound us through the Pendragon hand, when there is another hand so primed to wound us already."
There came murmurs of agreement at that sentiment. They'd already seen a faster rider dash on ahead of their carriage after they left the bridge, no doubt bearing the news of who had just passed into Pendragon territory.
