[ rip ignis. he had to die for the sweet morbid beacon aesthetics. ]

Oh. Sure. [ he nods his helm, committing the names to memory. ] I definitely will, Mr. Ignis.

[ ... a new question occurs to daylight now, in the wake of getting that answer. ] Um... Are they here in the townhall meeting? Or would they be cool with me hitting them up in their inboxes if they're busy at the moment?

[ if that's a safe option, of course. (he thinks) the reason they're here in the townhall meeting is because of the risk of this information and their discussion being heard by less than charitable spirits. ]