He is loud. Thus far, not very liked. Most would assume this is to do with magic, and have hope that they will not let him stamp out. An irritation, certainly, but so far not more than that.

[ There is a pause and then, fondly: ] Corvo threatened to throw his shoe at him. He was in the dungeons, ready to give up, but the man called me 'simple' and Corvo spoke up.

[ In other words, the Outsider found Corvo, yay. Thranduil has had his cousins. Corvo has had no one, but no longer.

The statue listens, one hand under its chin. The Outsider makes mental notes, ones that may become physical ones, if only because he isn't certain how the transfer back to his actual time will alter his memory.

The news about the Templar has him straighten, though; his fingers flex, a note of agitation. ]

There is a drug here -- magebane. Be wary of it. They drugged us with it, and I could not use my magic; my eyes were no longer black, for the first time in four thousand years. I will tell you of this in the time I will return to, also, but for now- be aware, Thranduil. I will not lose you due to differences in biology.

[ Because that's fucking stupid. ]

What other effects would the Veil being torn down have? The spirits, for example?