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He took his time walking back to the Garthora. There was no need to rush, really, and he needed time to think. He went over in his head what Grathrym said, comparing them to other facts from the aftermath of the war.

Now from two sources there was foretold of destruction, the first from an angel who wished to save at the very least the Cambions and then the Demon Lord himself. The Demon Lord extended an invitation for all to join the Horde, something that shouldn't be taken lightly, but at the same time, would go against what the Regiment was originally created for....

...what was the Regiment created for, actually. They spoke of peace, but peace couldn't be attained by the tactics they were using. All they could do was sit in the main battleground, the two portals. They did investigations, spy missions to keep tabs on the Light and the Horde, but nothing towards peace was ever done...

Then it hit him. A plan that, if he remembered the term from a certain actor of comedy from days of old, was "so cunning you could put a tail on it and call it a weasel." His steps hastening, he reached the Garthora and quickly scaled the ladder as it came down. There was much to be done, and he needed to talk to Indrid as soon as he could.

"Good Timing, follow me, Indrid. I need to talk to you privately where no one else can hear us." Saying this, he moved quickly. The safest place to talk was in the shadows of the one room one person used, the server room. Thinking of it reminded him of Sin and smiled a bit. Sin would have approved of this plan, he really would. Opening the door he let Indrid in before closing and locking the door behind him, making sure noone else was there.

After taking a deep breath, he looked to Indrid, his face set in seriousness. "How much do you trust Grathrym and his words when we spoke with him?"

Nodding in agreement, he sits down in one of the chairs. "I won't argue with that, but I'm wondering if he is actually telling the truth or not, and if the Light is actually planning to kill all of creation like he and that one angel said they would."

"They are, and I'm sure Grathrym is the absolute best at it, but what about angels? Do they lie as well or was that one who healed us telling the truth?" The bandages on his head starting to itch some, he pushes back a bit into the shadows, taking them off to place cleaner ones on, making sure Indrid wouldn't see, however, even with the cloth off, only one eye could be seen open.

As the bandages came off, he opened the lids of his other eye, however, there was no eye behind them, just a hollow space. He remembered his fit of rage from before, how he tore off the bandages and found the eye was gone, adding to his sadness of Sin being dead. As he got out the bandages, he looked to Indrid as he began to wrap the eye with the bandage. "Exactly my point. We need more information, yet we need to take action. That's why I'm going to take Grathrym's offer...while you head to Sarra to join the Light."