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Ah! But it is not on you to betray the trust of someone you had just met. They wished to show <span class="mu-i">you</span> something.
But first, an excuse.
“Miss Eugen, ma’am? I would like to spend some time taking a look around this leht-ah, corridor here.” You mind your words to not confuse the cold blooded manhunter on the line.
She doesn’t seem very interested. “Reasoning, L2 Jarnafeldt?”
“There was a once a tree growing here, based on some reports and um, <span class="mu-i">obvious signs,</span>” you say, leaning over away from the bushes to capture the giant tree-root shaped crater in the dirt in the center of the lehto on bodycam. A surprised <span class="mu-i">hm</span> can be heard from the L3 serving as operator. “It must have been taken for resources, so, I want to see if this was used as something as a botanical garden for other things. Perhaps poison.”
Eugen’s voice spoke slowly, measuring various ideas of what could be happening. “And this wouldn’t have been picked up in botany reports?”
As a Trollslayer, especially of your sect, you are aware that Lehtos are supposed to be sanctuaries devoid of conflict. Fighting here, or otherwise causing its destruction, would be inviting ill fortune to you. If there was something beneficial to the people of the undercity here, the Stormwatch as a whole must not know, because people like Sigrun would want to burn it down on sight. And you feel it here; though you feel it was once stronger, nature’s heart still beats here. It should not be destroyed.
So between what you know about this place, and knowing what you <span class="mu-i">don’t</span> know about this place, you make a daring guess.
“The botany reports for this corridor are classified and not to be recorded digitally,” you answer.
“<span class="mu-i">Struntprat,</span>” Sigrun barks back calling bullshit. Immediately she begins feverishly clicking through menus in her software. After a few seconds, the clicks begin to slow down, and her brows furrow.
After a moment of stunned silence, she finds her words. “Permission granted. What the hell? I’m giving you thirty minutes.”
