"So it would seem," Percival acknowledged. He knew how Leiland had come into the Dark Lord's service. And while he could not entirely agree with the Vinguri's choices, they were understandable. He knew what it was to be the ignored son. And perhaps, if his family had not been taken from him, he would have come to hate them. But that was not the case. And Leiland was allowed his selfish impulses. "And yet, we are not so different, you and I. You probably understand me better than most."
He couldn't help but laugh at Leiland's assertion about the Dark Lord. "Oh, Leiland," he said, getting to his feet and crossing over to the Vinguri. "Zaul'Nazh could do nothing about Vecna. He is a petty creature playing petty games. I have Vecna well in hand. And your Lord rules because I allow it. He knows it and I know it. If I wanted to end him, I could. I just see no purpose it in yet." His smile was cold. "Though if he continues as he has, abusing that power and those in his service, I may yet change my mind. But for now, I'll let him have his amusements. He's just as likely to bring about his own end at this rate. And that's fine. So long as he doesn't ruin everything that has been built."
He sighed. "You deserve so much more than someone who cannot see your worth, Leiland," he said softly, before turning away. "We should get back. There is, as always, work to be done." He cast his eyes and mind back to the Bloodkeep. Yes, now would be a good time to return. "I've given you something few are entrusted with. I hope you will value it."