Rather than overload with questions, Falke remains quiet and writes down what’s asked. He had indeed heard for the unseen, yet terribly ominous voice in King’s End and the timeline it gave. Personally, he feels more like support personnel than someone on the front lines, and what he can do will depend largely on what others decide is the best course of action.
However, at the top of his page is CIAN, underlined and in capital letters - a reminder to seek the Eye out after this and quietly inquire if he might be of service. It’s the one thing he can immediately do.
“Could our library - or Halo's - hold any long-lost hints to where they’ve been hidden?” he asks quietly, knowing that their stacks are vast and even books can get lost sometimes. “Or any place to start looking - names of past champions, perhaps?”
However, at the top of his page is CIAN, underlined and in capital letters - a reminder to seek the Eye out after this and quietly inquire if he might be of service. It’s the one thing he can immediately do.
“Could our library - or Halo's - hold any long-lost hints to where they’ve been hidden?” he asks quietly, knowing that their stacks are vast and even books can get lost sometimes. “Or any place to start looking - names of past champions, perhaps?”
FALKE
