Adom wears a dour expression. Everything about Ipwet has rubbed him the wrong way from the very beginning. The obvious lack of respect for her betters, her close relationship with the elves who could not seem to see that the time of their greatness had passed, and, if he is honest with himself, the raw potential for physical violence that seems hidden just beneath the surface of her impatient demeanor. His fingers itch with the desire to reach for the dagger tucked into the sash at his waist, but he refuses to indulge in such a childish comfort.
Sighing heavily, he finishes the last of the wine sitting in the bottom of the plain wooden goblet set in front of him and makes a sour face for a moment. What could he expect from a host like this woman? Deciding the evening may yet drag on, and not enjoying prospect of it, he briefly contemplates another cupful of the swill, but he slides the goblet to the edge of the table and waves dismissively at the upstart ditch digger, Tefri, he recently purchased. Something about him, too, disturbed Adom, but the man had been adamant about being willing to do whatever it would take to find his wife. And having someone around who relies solely upon oneself could be... useful.
He tries not to think about the damage this may be doing to his reputation. Amenset and her connections may be doing their best to smear his name, and he fears every day he lets it go on is another step backward for his ascension to the heights of the priesthood. Consorting with elf-lovers and even an actual elf... he is desperate indeed.
"You would do well not to speak so lightly of the gods or the God-Empress... but I fear you may be right." He lets a vicious smirk grow on his face.
"And as much as many people might enjoy watching you starve, I can say that I want to discover the cause of this disaster as much as you." He seems to come to a decision.
"If I must, I will consult with the spirits again to see if I can discover anything new. I have not heard the voices of those who disappeared in the tomb since the moment they vanished." He glances in Tefri's direction.
"And though I am loathe to admit it, the timing of all of this seems a bit too much of a coincidence."
He directs a level stare at Sabra. The elves have no reason to love men, or their priests. Vipers. He has fallen into a nest of vipers, but they are the vipers he needs if he is to undo whatever went wrong at the tomb and clear his name. The fact that he had been toying with such powers before the ritual is beside the point. Besides, if he can follow the path of those gone into whatever twilight they had disappeared in, he might forge an even stronger connection to the souls of the dead.
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