Kett Collier
Human Shadow Monk/Rogue
AC: 19 HP: 59/59
PP: 19 PIv: 13 PIs: 13
Conditions: Darkvision (8 hours remaining), 6/6 Ki Remaining
Concentrating: --

Kett stands in silence for a moment as the results of the divination wash over her. A number of thoughts pass through her mind, a lot of which were not repeatable in polite conversation and company, for however often she was part of such gatherings. "I would have been fine with a 'yes' or 'no'," is what she finally manages to vocalise, frustrations clear. Some of her colleagues enjoyed riddles, ciphers, codebreaking, codemaking, and interpretation. Kett had always been the more direct sort. She was a knife, not a corkscrew - roundabout solutions to her problems weren't preferable. She runs a hand through her hair. It hadn't really helped. Not that much. She could guess meanings of course, but these riddles and half-truths were always veiled in such a way that the teller can "ah-hah" you a moment later. But they couldn't sit around forever. Decisions had to be made, and ultimately she'd been the one who demanded assurances...so the decision still came down to her. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, running the words through her mind again, and again, and again, picking out the clauses, dissecting it down to the closest analogies she could think of, and probably arriving at conclusions totally different to that of the other three in the room.

"Okay. Unless anyone's got any sudden concerns, we can use it - once, briefly - in the hopes it gives us some new information." On all their heads be it, hers included. Better to do it now while Gryphon and Kleris were gone, she supposed. Especially Kleris, in this case.