Well, he's not around anymore now is he. Else we'd be in a war zone rather than a marketplace with questionable food.

[There are changes in the man beside her, little things she's noticed the more she talks to him, but Mirath keeps her observations to herself. Her tone remains as light as ever, cheerful even if they're talking about bad times of the past.]

Though, perhaps the food is questionable because of his influence. Strong magics have a tendency to linger.

[A beat. Mirath smirks.]

I do wonder what the name was, though. Would you give an enemy one if you found them without?