Fluttering in like a leaf on the wind, Moros had silently landed on one of Tectus's spines. Surely they would've noticed their presence, even if the other gembound gathering might not have. That's alright. For once, she doesn't want to draw much attention. There is work to do.

She mentally notes each who arrive from her perch. Some lend their magic as flames. Others as damage control. Still more in restoration after the burn. Good. All according to the Overseer's plan.

They take a deep breath, before focusing their magic in an attempt to be heard. "I am Bloodstone T-One. I will act as reconnaissance. I will warn if Order comes to resist." Short. Simple. To the point.

...if the magic even let them be heard. Instead they feel it fizzle out, leaving them silent. Tsk tsk. No good. She curses herself mentally.