[There is a silent kind of acceptance on Estinien's side of thing, followed by tentative gratefulness. He didn't think the rest of the Pleroma would forsake them, but it's different to hear it for certain.]

To penetrate the defenses of the Citadel... I know not where to begin. I went hunting for a Kenoma I could question on its interior... and I found one, in a sense.

Meteion has changed her colours.