"Saffron mentioned Quiver, yes." So he'd helped Saffron leave the Temple because he actually knew the truth, or at least suspected it. And that meant, if they were very lucky, Quiver wouldn't stop at just Saffron. An ally inside the Temple, high up in the Temple, at around the same level Solomon had been? That was an excellent benefit for the Sanctuary, if either party figured out a way to take advantage of it and communicate safely.

Paddy nearly laughed out loud. Look at him; halfway planning subtle war on a religious Temple that had lasted for untold centuries. Untold millennium. Subtle war. It was a very good thing he wasn't a sorcerer.

"So you're not the only one they'll listen to?" Paddy asked, smiling. "Not all the burden of leadership will be on your shoulders? That's good to know." He took a sip of his tea, realised there wasn't any sugar in it, swallowed it down anyway, and put a spoonful in the mug when he was done. "Is there any way of contacting him?"