[He's taller when he doesn't slouch, Thancred finds himself thinking idly as he makes his approach, surprisingly somewhat less guarded than he might otherwise have thought he'd be when confronting the most eminent Emet-Selch for the first time since Ultima Thule. He looks now as he did then, but the image that first leaps to mind when his office is mentioned is still and will always be that of Solus zos Galvus, hunched beneath the weight of centuries of grieving, or perhaps just the overly burdensome drape of his coat and epaulettes.]

Oh, good. There's little and less I enjoy more than a good interrogation.

[He comes to a pause a short distance away, close enough to speak without raising his voice, but not quite close enough to be within arm's length. A calculated distance that he makes look perfectly natural, and even unintentional.]

You mentioned you've heard a tale from a certain mutual friend of ours. You also know I wasn't present for any of it, and thus have no way of knowing anything they might have told you. So ask me anything you like, whatever verification you're after.

[He reaches into his pocket, retrieves Lahabrea's damned dark crystal, and tosses it across the short gap between them.]

You can start with this.