Seeker recognized the cape, and the fans, right away.  Or, more precisely, he recognized the symbols on them.  For a Chosen of Secrets of his knowledge not to was ludicrous.  He fixed his green eyes on the newcomer, and spoke, again in that whisper-yet-not volume.<br/><br/>"It's unwise to carry such things, Chosen of the Unconquered Sun.  You may as well have stuck a prayer strip screaming 'Anathema' to your forehead.  It's fortunate that the Terrestrial Exalted have all but cleared the streets - otherwise you may have found yourself pursued."<br/><br/>Seeker paused.<br/><br/>"But worry yourself not, you are amongst allies here.  We are with you, but not of you."<br/><br/>At last, being Oracle cryptic came to him easily.