Garrot's retreated to the basement of his house. Far from prying eyes and ears, and insulated enough to muffle any sound. The light in the master bedroom is on, but the shades are drawn. He's used to subterfuge and hiding stupid, trivial things from his kids, and that practice has served him very well tonight.

"Hey Xaljim, question for you." He's leaning against a wall, enjoying the nice, cold stone in an otherwise hot and humid island "If the companions don't know who's connected to the Protector or the Wizard, whose side are you actually on?" Blending common knowledge with a question raised by his dream the night before. If they all knew something about where the Knights fell, they'd be clearly on the Protector's side. But they aren't, even though they supply the weapons to let the Knights fight!

It's fishy.