[He pauses, a moment of careful consideration before he answers further.]

They did. That is no longer the case.

[He considers reaching for his drink, if only to buy a few more moments to choose his words, but its contents are hardly tempting enough to make it worthwhile. Instead, he meets her gaze when she looks to him for answers, and he shakes his head gently as he recalls what had come to pass after leaving Elde Menancia. It occurs to him that while he's been well aware of the difference in their experiences, he has not offered many details as to what they may be. Partly, of course, for lack of opportunity, but also at least in some part for fear of what damage it may do to share too much. The evening's reasonably good spirits are enough to loosen his lips a bit, however; certainly enough to sate her curiosity, put her mind at ease.]

Almeidria in Mahag Saar, Vholran in Ganath Haros— neither has been allowed to continue their reign.

[His gaze darkens as he remembers the particularly grim scene he'd borne witness to in Mahag Saar, but he quickly dismisses it. That is not something he wishes to discuss this evening, especially not in the present company.]

Nor will any Lord descend to take my place in Elde Menancia, if we succeed— and I believe we shall.