[ The only immediate response is a vague huffing noise. Agreement, maybe. Equally possibly it's skepticism.
Less immediately, after a day or two to identify which rifter exactly he'd been speaking to and where that rifter stays, Kostos leaves a tattered book wrapped in throwaway cloth outside his door—a detailed and Chantry-sanctioned account of each time the Right of Annullment has been invoked, with its dispassionate accounts of the executed broken down to clarify how many were enchanters, mages, adolescent apprentices, totaling far more than thirty-eight, and the justification each time being demons, forbidden magic, demons, demons.
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Less immediately, after a day or two to identify which rifter exactly he'd been speaking to and where that rifter stays, Kostos leaves a tattered book wrapped in throwaway cloth outside his door—a detailed and Chantry-sanctioned account of each time the Right of Annullment has been invoked, with its dispassionate accounts of the executed broken down to clarify how many were enchanters, mages, adolescent apprentices, totaling far more than thirty-eight, and the justification each time being demons, forbidden magic, demons, demons.
Just so he knows what world he's dealing with. ]