"The last ones faced him as they knew him," Childermass, unsurprisingly lingering near Lambert and similarly still human-shaped, although it's not like he uses his own big monster bird form all that often, so. Who knows. "Chances are he reads differently now..."

More Wyld than Court, if one judges by that tail alone. Not that Childermass will say that out loud, even if he suspects Ignatius has already sulked over the possibilities himself. In any case, his attention drifts back to the tree they're approaching.

"I wonder how many fae live in that. It's enormous."