As Alizome heads downstairs, she pauses in an out of the way spot and reaches out with her mind. It was the end of the first day of their trip, and she needed to check in with their patron; ten words was a difficult limit, but she'd been paring her message down to the bare essentials for a little while. When ready, she calls out to Zorakatra,<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Devourer infecting misteleported people. Mission proceeding, sailing towards Q'barran. Hugs!</span><br/><br/>It wasn't much, but it would do.