[ Silco wonders about how much AetĆ³s has taken stock of what was lost from the raid, or how much the shard bearers have revealed. He doesn't expect that AetĆ³s knows of their (game) shard-bearer-wide communions, but he plays it cautiously, because of course he does. Communion with Silco is cold, like being dunked under oily, polluted water, as always, but there's an inscrutable something kept just out of reach, below the surface. (Rage. It's rage, he's Not Happy and wants answers.) ]
I wonder if you've heard anything about all the... discoveries that my fellow shard-bearers are sharing from their recent raid of your labs.
Did you leave all those little bits of information on purpose?
[ In his office, Silco has two things of importance on him. One is the Hag's eye from AetĆ³s, which sits on his desk right now, the other... he rolls on the desk, right in front of it, one finger on it. It's something that he normally keeps locked away, for fear of losing it, but right now... he's keeping it close. ]
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I wonder if you've heard anything about all the... discoveries that my fellow shard-bearers are sharing from their recent raid of your labs.
Did you leave all those little bits of information on purpose?
[ In his office, Silco has two things of importance on him. One is the Hag's eye from AetĆ³s, which sits on his desk right now, the other... he rolls on the desk, right in front of it, one finger on it. It's something that he normally keeps locked away, for fear of losing it, but right now... he's keeping it close. ]