[Malik can only shrug at that judgement. He hasn't heard about nearly enough arrivals to make any distinction about why that would happen. And right now, the dragons and their actions aren't his foremost priority.]

Three years?

[If there was any chance that Malik was not going to pace his way through this conversation, it's gone now.]

What of our Brotherhood, in the time since then? [He's seen plenty of strange men claiming to be assassins, but none that he knows. In the meantime, though, the wheels in his head keep turning, bringing his attention back to the Apple once more.] Is there nothing in this place that could destroy that wretched device?