"He did this. I don't know how, but he did this - " There's that flash again but it's fiercer now, flickering into literal fire. Zerxus actually takes a step back, and lets the fire wreathe him again; it won't help, but at least the fury is going somewhere.

He wants to storm right back into that kitchen, but he can't.

Instead, he closes his eyes and steadies his breathing until the fire fades into plumes of writhing smoke.

First thing's first: explain himself.

"He - there are things only he would still know. At least...of the gods who would pull this."