It's—did the elf just come here without even knowing who was in this place? He tilts his head. Actually, that would be the case, wouldn't it? How would Estinien even know to find him here, unless someone directed him?

A grunt comes in response to that. He pauses, then steps back inside so Estinien can come in if he wants. The hearth is lit, but the most prominent feature is the old tree with its glimmering silver medallions, most stamped with the head of a snarling wolf. Now that he's not bound by the Horizon's stolen memories, the hanged man pendant has been replaced with a similar medallion around his neck.

"There is no side." He swings his leg over one of the worn benches, perching on it. He'd like to hear who did pick a side. His thoughts on the Singularity remain ambivalent at best. Leaving Thorne had been a decision made solely because he'd rather not be executed next. "Figured enemy territory is safer than neutral territory. All there is to it."