Uriel listened cluelessly to the beginning of Lucius's speech for how much of it was related to events he could only surmise-whatever lead to the inferno and slaughter above the stair. His mouth stayed in a thin, grim line as the story progressed-and then came his mention of storming the Palais de Voltas of [i]all[/i] places.

Quietly, he niped and sucked on his lower lip while the other prince went on to reveal to him that he had discovered among Conqvist's assets a seer able to discern their location at any time. It certainly would explain aught-and make his situation far more dire. There may be no playing Conqvist's game to his own advantage with that pawn at his employ. Then there was that he would die within a day without aid regarding these additional demons he was newly host to... and that all was without even that he was among Lucius's best chances of surviving the Palais-and damn him by every word for a fool, he desperately wanted him alive like a crying child clutched to their mother.

With a grim, narrow mouth and furrowed brow, he stepped forward at step, just past the rest of the ensemble towards Lucius. "... I will go. And I may be able to help in entering. I use elemental magic suited for combat and destruction... if I am admittedly unstable and weak at this moment. Even so, I am with you."