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The atmosphere in here was tense. Normally, when so many reapers gathered together, it was a jovial affair--or at least, in Hector's experience, it was. Even when talking business or otherwise discussing quite serious subject matter, reapers always seemed to find a way to enjoy themselves.

But not this time, it would seem.

The news of Sair's defeat had affected their spirits. The same could be said of all the Rainlords in Warrenhold, of course, but these reapers seemed to be particularly different, Hector felt.

It was a little hard to explain why, though. Their collective demeanor was more serious. They didn't joke around with each other very much, anymore. But there was something else, too. Something Hector couldn't quite articulate.

A vague feeling. A kind of heat in his mind. It was both familiar and unfamiliar to him, like he should recognize it but couldn't. And it was bothering him enough that he often devoted a background thought process to just trying to puzzle out what it was.

In any case, Arumoro was at the back of the room. Hector could've gone to any of the reapers from the Vantalay team, but Arumoro was the one he'd grown the most personally familiar with. He was the reaper for Raul Blackburn, one of the mildly infamous Blackburn Triplets.

'Lord Goffe,' said Arumoro as he watched them approach. 'And Lady Edith. What brings you here?'

Hector relayed what Lynn had told him about the Sword of Unso. He made sure to qualify his statements with a level of uncertainty, wanting the reaper to take them with a grain of salt. Lynn chimed in as well, reiterating her points, and Arumoro thanked them for the information.

And that was it. That was all Hector had wanted to do here.

But before they could leave, one of the reapers from the scouting team said something that made the entire room full of reapers go quiet.

'We've just made contact with Abbas Saqqaf.'