Ilnesh shifts back to his "I'm going outside" skin - the tall dark man he was during the trial. He casts an appraising eye over the elf and the orcs, but says nothing. Thorn will have things under control.
He sits and waits for the rest to take up their positions - he tries to look discretely at Thron in the meanwhile. Three months, still enigmatic. He wonders what the weapons will have to do with the meeting.
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At the Cardinals sweet words, Ilnesh breaks into a grin. He remains quiet. Good things come to those who wait.