"I doubt it. Not unless Tenebrae decides to blind each and every one of them as well." Not likely. Maybe he would torture some of the first, if he caught them early enough, but if the movement grew large enough there was no way Tenebrae would be able to contain them all. "But they may still be able to use magic," he added. "From my understanding, my blindness only gives me a more direct connection to the lifestream. There's no reason some of the others couldn't still use theirs as well."

Solomon lapsed for a moment into silence, turning things over in his mind. "There is someone who knows the truth," he said at last, "or at least enough of it to have questions. Cleric Quiver. He was there when I was rescued. Gabe didn't reveal himself, precisely, but he said enough that Quiver at least suspects who he is." He smiled a little. "For Quiver, that's enough. He's the sort of man who says or does nothing until he's reviewed all the facts." Which didn't make him slow to make decisions, but he was careful not to jump to conclusions or make assumptions. "If there was ever a man not to make reckless decisions, it would be him."

A good man to have on side. A bad man to not. A difficult man to predict. "I never would have expected him to change his mind quickly," Solomon murmured. "But to consider the implications--yes, certainly. If he comes to the same conclusion I did, he'll be the one in the position to get people out of the Temple. People would listen to him."

Born and raised in the Temple, he would know how to approach the other Necromancers from a standpoint they could accept. The problem from the Sanctuary's perspective was how to contact him without putting him in danger.