They seemed to have that problem, but Cain wasn't particularly bothered by it. Sometimes people just didn't jive. Even so, he was learning something new and getting a better idea of what was happening and what had happened in his absence, and was thankful for that.

His eyes narrowed a bit when they focused on the gem where it lit itself in response to Valdis. More magic. He wasn't surprised by its existence anymore, yet still found himself wary whenever living beings wielded it. That just wasn't right. "Either he left a metaphorical dead man's switch in the cultists," Cain said with a tilt to his head, a concession to the possibility, "or they're scrambling for some way to feel like they didn't fail their lord and master. Dangerous either way, but if they're making it up as they go along... well, that's going to be even more trouble."