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"Well, it works a lot better than the bloody Eastern Empire, so there's that." Shrug. "The Web is neat - that's a set of wards that cover the entire kingdom. Van made some changes to it and it's a lot smarter now, but even before that it did a lot to help the Heralds catch problems and send people to respond to them."
He glances over at Vanyel, still squatting in the field a few yards away and poring through the map spread across his bent knee, and then lowers his voice. "The Companions are... Well. They're intelligent magic horses, Van and I are pretty sure they're usually made with the souls of reincarnated former Heralds, and they Choose Heralds as children and bond to them. It's - complicated how voluntary it is, on either side. Heralds usually kill themselves if their Companion dies or repudiates them for un-Heraldic behavior, not that that happens very often but it has happened. And - sometimes it's not even about whether someone did something awful."
He steps closer, lowering his voice even further. "Van's Companion nearly repudiated him after he learned about Leareth's god plan and - didn't even agree with or or approve of it or want to help Leareth, just didn't want to immediately jump to killing him as fast as possible. There was something done to her mind, she couldn't even think about questioning the gods. ...She ran off, and broke the restrictions by banging her head on it hard enough for days, but I assume all the other Companions still have that problem. It's sort of awkward, when they have to have conversations about Leareth."