Stavanger Bay how far you'll go

Seighard contemplated how to answer Aiolos. The wheels in his mind weren't only turning, they were grinding and whining as they struggled along, desperately trying to find their rhythm. "I don't know," he finally said, each word falling heavily and his voice trailing off as if he were going to say more. He thought of Wendigo and Klava, how each one had seemed to derive strength from the other's poison and gall, how they had each enacted their vision with the destructive force of a tornado, not caring who or what was razed to the ground only so long as they obtained the result that they had sought. It seemed to Sieghard that those who were in power were least likely to deserve to wield that power, but... Not everyone could be a clone of those two. A world filled with Wendigo's and Klava's - now, there was a dreary thought.

Should he have congratulated Aiolos for his role as leader? Well, it seemed a bit late to add that now, like an insincere afterthought, so Sieghard instead asked, "How did you become their leader, and what do you seek to do - for your people, and for yourself?" 

@Aiolos