Rhone crossed his arms, the best he could while constricted in armor. The conversation pressed on, and its urgency doubled his pulse. After weeks of inactivity, finally something to do. Something to warm his blood and put conviction back in his step.
Rhone felt that there might have been more to the dead mage than zealotry. Things happened too fast between mages and templars. Rhone knew that well: a confrontation could run wild, and a simple inquiry could turn combative. He kept these thoughts to himself.
He was more concerned about the Spire's secession from the outside. When a Circle barred its doors, cut off all outside influence, chances were that the inside was rife with corruption, be it discontent between the political factions or blood magic. It wasn't foolish to fear a purge, and Rhone hoped that the Right wasn't being considered. He could think of no other reason that the Circle might close its ranks.
He stiffly nodded when Ingrid spoke. "He is. From here. He was eager to return." Rhone and Noah had spoken of their homesickness on occasion. "You have a sharp memory."
Rhone directed to Eileen: "I may know someone who can help with the robes. And shelter until we can make arrangements for you and the others." He trailed off, at loathe to give up Jana to Elise. Rhone didn't doubt that Jana would help; if she were still in the city, she'd open her doors, consequences be damned."With your permission, Ser Urban, of course, and with your consent, Enchanter."