"Politicians," Strange sighs, with a little roll of his eyes. "If they had the slightest clue what was happening at ground level, some of the chaos might have been avoided." He can feel himself slipping back into old habits picked up at war, like he's talking with an officer or listening to Wellington complain. Of course, neither the officers nor the infantrymen could burn him alive the way that Ignatius can. He can't get too comfortable.

"Was the turmoil within the Courts or with the Wyld Fae? I've heard about that business with the Huntsman. A power shift like that would make anybody nervous."

He's vaguely heard about that business with the Huntsman. And man alive is Strange so thankful to Syrlya right now for showing him that snippet of the story.