At which point she gave a nod, before turning and departing.
Always with the secrets.
Once she had left, Xyll started formulating a message to be sent to a certain former classmate, even more recently graduated than Xyll was, and sending it once it was ready.
Send me whatever you know of the old man in the desert, Spindrall, you were there longer than I was. I will travel there myself soon. While I am gone, you are to assume my place here; however brief a time it may be. I suspect few will care enough to pay attention, but the fewer know I am not here the better. And be vigilant, strife is coming. Keep your ears to the ground.
