Vermillion was becoming impatient with Rook.
"I won't listen to this, I will not." Vermillion turns from the adept and raises his hood further against the shower that had sprung up.
"You're worse than your mother was. More persistent than this bloody rain that's plagued us the last weeks."
Maybe Rook had given up only for a brief respite, but for now she offered little resistance as Vermillion went on. She didn't generally talk as much in Barlowe Heath. It unsettled her the same way it did many others. It was likely why Vermillion had them meet here this time, over a league from the spires of Meridian. Unlike the old Watchers of her namesake, the birds out here had no voice and as little mind. Many of them had their eyes put out. Some said the Scourge did it for sport.
"It's been more than a year now. Just because the path you say Axelrod advised for you turned out badly for the mission does not mean he is penumbra. Bonesmen ambush our kind. You know this."
"He is among the our most trusted of our factors. If Gnosis were penumbra we would have all been shattered long before now. If anything, he'll probably be a Councilman before long." Vermillion looks about warily. He is sweating.
"Look at me, I'm so agitated with you I can scarcely guard our congress from possible listeners."
Vermillion pulls back his hood and runs his fingers through what remains of his hair. "He's so deep into our enemies' trust, most of the adepts at your level don't even know he's with us. You probably wouldn't even know if it were not for your mother."
Vermillion allows the ashened rain to fall on his face and draws close to Rook so she can see his serious aspect. "You need to return to your business at the manor and do the tasks we put before you until we feel we can trust you with more serious endeavors, not question your brother in the fight. Do I make myself plain? Be of use."