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[luaithre]

Aye. And some indication of timing, if there are stragglers.

[ If asked, Marcus would profess not to mind, and that anyone who cares to find out eventually will. What does it matter, when all know the circumstances of such a loss?

But here he is. ]

It will be done during the night, so there will be some reluctance, I'm sure.

[muckspout]

Is it going to be a surprise?

[Please say yes.]

[luaithre]

It is.

[ And he's not not going to enjoy that part. ]

So I'd appreciate you not give anyone due warning ahead of time.

[muckspout]

Wouldn't do that.

[It's true, he wouldn't. First of all, he loves surprises. Secondly, Edgard's a man of his word. But, something still nags at him. So, he just asks.]

Why me? Why not--[A pause while Edgard tried to think of people Marcus associates with, realizes he has no idea, and continues] someone else?

[luaithre]

[ Marcus can appreciate a 'just ask' approach, even if he gives a non-committal sound in response first. ]

You're a member of Forces, and I've already assigned roles to three others of our division, one for each tower, to sound alarms.

[ A beat, then— ]

And you've understanding why I can't do this part myself, already.

[muckspout]

[Huh. Maybe there really isn't a catch. He nods and then remembers he's on a crystal.]

Yes. Understood. 'll do it.

Where will I be?

[luaithre]

Good.

There's a below-grounds gathering point below the central tower. In the event that the Gallows is attacked and the Commander orders that we shelter, that's where we'll go, and the nature of the drill we'll run. You'll be posted there.

I've not scheduled which evening yet, but I'll contact you the morning of with a roster.

[muckspout]

Underground?

[This is even better than he thought! Edgard gets to hang out in the dirt for an assignment! What a great gig!]

'll be ready.

[He was born ready.]