Ezra did give Duncan a bit of a sharp look, one he curbed as quickly as he could. He'd been having to try and brush it off as best he could, being surrounded by others who'd become guild leaders who couldn't quite understand what he or Rhys had gone through already. He hoped they never would, in all honesty. The bragging rights weren't worth it. "Will do," he said, scuffing his heel on the marble floor.

There were a lot of scuffs and some gouges in it. He watched them while Duncan made his joke, taking another moment to pull himself out of a pit of self-loathing. "Yeah, I'm sure they'll have a lot to talk about. Doukas can tell you about all the times Cuthbert thrashed me. Nothing like a little good ol' public humiliation."

It hadn't been that bad, really, but Cuthbert was going to have a competent Spenta, Xumurdad willing, whether that Spenta wanted it or not. Would Cuthbert have been next in line, he'd wondered. He hadn't really delved into paladin succession. Perhaps he ought to consider that sooner rather than later.

Duncan would have to think something up himself, come to think of it...

"What?" he asked, caught off guard by the question. "What do you mean, how do I know?" he continued, as though that were a stupid question.

Except he didn't really think it was that stupid of a question, given the nervous look he gave the Likeness. "It's a tree is why."