Evening, Inquisition.

[Myr actually sounds tired, which means he's exhausted enough not to cover it up.]

I'll spare you the preamble--something's going on and you're either affected by it or not. We ought to put together a list of who's got it and what's happening to them so we have a better picture of this thing--before, mm. ...All right, no befores. [No sense upsetting anyone with speculation.] Just--we oughta.

I'd offer myself for making the list but both my scribes've come down with the thing--but if you want to tell me what you know I can remember it until someone can take it down from me.

[A long stretch of dead air, followed by the sound of somebody startling out of a doze.]

...oh. And if you're looking after someone with th'--whatever-it-is--remember to look after yourselves, will you?

Might make sense to come up with some kind of--rotations, or something, to make sure no one's going to burn out. Don't know what that'd entail but it's a--it's an idea.