[ He realizes she might be furious, and he himself alternates between indignant and furious at the Arcana himself, but ]

Are you sure it is wise to speak of what information we have on their Network?

Tell me where you are.

[ For various reasons, the least of which was his defiance against his Mark, he didn't like to say where he was on the Network, even under a filter. ]

[ He (and his Familiar-turned-Doppelganger Ruya) were exercising the utmost in caution. Altaïr was sure he was a fugitive, from the Arcana. Ruya's white robes were covered by a rough piece of nondescript cloth. He, in dark robes, had a different but equally nondescript cloth.

[ Eagle Vision helped him discern her direction, and then the Traveler herself. He bade Ruya hide somewhere and keep a lookout for anyone who might approach. ]

Safety and peace. Let's walk a bit so no one can follow me from our messages on the Network. Hopefully we can find some cover. My apologies, but I must keep moving. I may have done something to anger the Arcanum who laid claim to me. He might liken it to running away from home. Not that it worked. [ Putting the potential destruction of his Mark and severance from tree skill effects very lightly. The freedom had only lasted a week, and his unwilling return to the fold was a bitter taste. ]

Now, I do not know everything, but it started with the Beast Glatisant. The 'Questing Beast'. I tracked its origin to a large lake in the forest and used an astral form to dive. There was a sinkhole with... damaged nightmares. [ He glossed over the presence of half-formed limbs, etc. It reminded him of the incomplete bits that had emerged with him and Matthew from the Floor. ] The water was rising up, but on the other side, there was no water at all. Just ground. Or ceiling? And there, on crystal spars, was a large banded island polished like a cabochon. It was directing lightning to dig the sinkhole on the other side. Any questions so far?