I sometimes forget that you weren't born to it. He absolutely does not, but it's always been an easy lie; the soothing ones usually are.

"Good point. ...It's strange, seeing so many adults without armour at all." Piece by piece, Zerxus reveals a gambeson that's clearly the oldest thing so far. It's been stitched and patched so often it's clearly leagues away from its original appearance - save for the carefully preserved crest over his breastbone. It isn't an emblem Bruce would recognise, though the script that circles it reads City of Thrones.

Asmodeus, of course, is a different story. Cathmoíra. It's half a purr and half a growl, half proud and half - wistful, almost. Domunas.

Now that's a name Bruce definitely knows. Early in the war the continent of Domunas was wrecked, scoured, shattered.