It has been proclaimed that the reigning Highblood and the Empress could be considered tight mother fuckin homies. He is the head of the church and the highest of landdwellers, thus presumption would be that he is most righteously well connected. He has further dealt with a number of cooler blood as part of his duty to cull and care for those fallen the motherfuck wayside. He can be... difficult to interpret, especially by those not of the church, though of course His Highness inspires...

[But.

Kurloz looks deeply uncertain.]

I dare not presume myself worthy. [Those words rush out at once, as the rest fall hesitant.] His Levity is a very busy and sought after troll. He is of great prestige and wisdom. As his descendant it is my duty to excel in all such areas, to follow within his footsteps, to prove that... that I'm as wise... that I'm as capable...

[It sounds, frankly, terrible when said out loud. He is putting a need to be worth something over what may very well be the safety of all. He's made risk where all he might lose is one he is unworthy of anyway. He doesn't even know what his ancestor's disappointment would look like, the troll was always happy, but Kurloz fears it and he imagines it, on it's own and as an overlaying to the past.

This is not what the Grand Highblood would do. He bows his head.]