Cleric Quiver... Paddy noted the name to ask Solomon about it later. The idea that someone inside the Temple was already helping to get others out caught and held the priest's attention, because he hadn't thought changes would occur that quickly. Solomon wasn't going to have long to rest on his laurels. Saffron wouldn't be the only Necromancer leaving the Temple, and she'd probably be followed almost immediately. A group of young sorcerers, all terrified of the leap of faith they were taking, all in precious need of guidance that only someone like Solomon would be able to provide.

"You could have," Paddy pointed out. "You'd be surprised at the number of people who return to dangerous situations simply because they're more afraid of the unknown than they are of the danger. You didn't. That's one chance you took."

And she wasn't the only person inside the Temple who, for whatever reason, sympathised with Solomon. Someone else did. Someone in a position of power, able to create opportunities for the others. More than that, knew when to create those opportunities, and was wise enough to know not everyone would receive one as well as Saffron did. Maybe Cleric Quiver heard or saw something during Solomon's... operation, but it still took an extraordinarily strong man to be able to think so clearly through it all. Paddy wanted to meet him, eventually.

"Knowing what other chances to take is impossible without knowing the future." Which, granted, some sorcerers could apparently do, but that was beside the point. "Start with this shelter. It's not just somewhere to keep you safe. Believe me, you're not going to be the only woman there displaced in the world, and wondering what on earth to do next. And if you think of those other women as... well, as fellow refugees instead of people beneath you, you could all learn a lot from each other."