He had a thousand questions. Why had she not followed up on this when her friend had first died? Why did she want to try and uncover a truth that could be nothing but suspicions now, of all times? Why was it so important to her that ... but the questions that he would ask, he knew the answer to, or at the very least could guess without too much trouble. In her heart, Eithne was a good person. In her heart she knew what was right. And if she had trouble living up to the standard that she set for herself... well, so did he. At times. That wasn't important. Her history, the past, none of it was going to solve this dilemma. What mattered now was finding their way to the truth. Eragos wondered at that. Finding their way to it. How did one find their way to the truth?
If this Slaaven was involved, they needed to move his tongue on the matter, and yet they would never obtain anything close to the truth from him in public. It wouldn't do to even try. Aside from advertising their intentions it would highlight just how weak and desperate they were. No. Alone, separated from his comrades, Slaaven might tell them the reality of it. How would they separate him from his comrades? They had not given away their intentions - but Eithne had been asking questions, and those questions were revelatory in a way. Enough that this Greenwist fool had come to visit them. With threats and malice as his companions. There had to be a way. It was just a question of finding it. And then the idea came to him, sudden and swift, but utterly lacking in the legality that he would have preferred. No one would have recommended this course to him. He tried to imagine the Lady Vera's face upon hearing such an idea.
He could not.
But... if it worked, was it worth the cost.
"No questions," Eragos said firmly. "But if Slaaven was involved, then we need to speak with him. In private. It is highly unlikely that he would come willingly."
And if that was not enough of a hint as to Eragos' intentions, he did not know what he could do to make it more plain.