He smiles, brief and wry, before humming to himself and crossing his arms over his chest. "Sense in its own way," he says. "Aimed at me, saying the man I trust... aimed at us, the assumption of the man we trust? My first guess would be our hidden merchant going about by the Raven call, for nothing else than how he's been pulling strings and promising ways out of the citadel. Merchants given to travel, disappearing for years, coming back... but why now, if that's the case, and what kind of warning is it."

Another pause, and he uncrosses his arms to rub at the side of his nose. "I suppose we've a limited number of people here we're dealing with... Haltham, Karsa, the Madam, and Master Raven, two of them men, as far as I know. Haltham works the mines, as of yet I haven't heard of him having left. Master Raven, on the other hand, is by profession one who does." Another, longer pause. "So why now? What tipped him off to knowing Unhalad's forces had both taken over the citadel, and were summoning people from other worlds to absorb their powers? Anurr held that time before, did they never do the same, or was it only an issue because of the change in who holds the local power structures?"