[ There's more of them, the fire whispers. There's more of them and they have such hope.

-- and he doesn't see Algric move so much as aware of that sapping cold shifting--

He takes a step towards Jared and the bodyguards, both hands out, that radius of terrible, lightless fire shifting around him. He's not... ... trying for them. But...

He draws up short. ]

It's nothing to you. You take the body, we take the tower. You get your pay. After all, does it matter who it's coming from?