aftermath of the downpour

Hadama listened to the lack of information on Dahlia with the same calm acceptance that he dealt with the Void and planning a party for Torchline. It was as it was, and nothing he could say or do would suddenly cause the information to manifest in his friend's mind. The conjecture that followed, however, caused the mermanta to nod slowly, the hint of a frown marring his usual serenity. "Mm. Indeed."

The raccoon, after watching a bit longer, scampered away, unnoticed.

Noah continued, and the idea he proposed was worth pausing to consider. Hadama floated to a halt and considered the idea of a second refuge. Hidden. Or at least, accessible only to those who belonged to Caido. "A good idea," he agreed. "Though how to hide it... hmm. Difficult. And Remi said that Safrin's powers were..." He paused, clearly reluctant to add: "...ineffective. At least against the Void." No, that was not an easy thing to admit to. "This may be larger than the heralds can deal with alone."

Whether annoyed at being ignored or else annoyed at having these interlopers in its territory, the raccoon soon returned, and it came prepared. A large, heavy, unripe walnut was dropped over Noah's head as the chittering returned, scolding both men equally.