"Overseer Tectus." Vargas was about to warn Cain, just in case, to remember to treat her with respect--when with a start he realized that they were now of equal rank. Overseer Cain. Overseer Tectus. Amused by this thought, and a bit surprised, he looked to Cain and switched tacks entirely. "Perhaps you could find her and discuss some things with her. You are her colleague, now. She might be able to offer stories or advice, or speak of her responsibilities in the past. She is working on cleansing Order, as well, and though I believe she is answering to no specific Master now, she is in contact with Astraea."

He paused. Then realized Cain would have no idea who it was looking for. "She is in color something like myself, her glow cyan; she is very large and very bulky. Built for tunneling, or fighting against numerous smaller foes. She is not so quick but she is very tough. -Tall ears," he added.

"As for the caves, it may be worth asking Archon to show you around Centaurus--or you can go and see it yourself, if you wish. But he can give you more information. It is a training cave, with its own guardian and workers, and it shifts its... entire nature, would be the best way to put it, periodically. The others-... hgnh. We need a map," Vargas said, irritated. It was well overdue, and he glanced at Cain again. "Maybe I'll task you with finding us someone to serve as cartographer, at some point--keep an eye out for one, I suppose. Andromeda is... different. Arcane magic is concentrated there, and the Lessers are different. Magical, in different ways, unlike elsewhere in the caves. Think--mirages, vanishing from sight, that sort of thing. It is dark and echoes of the past gather there from time to time. And Cassiopeia-... It was one of those intended for the leadership. It was beautiful. Waterfalls, rivers and white stone--well, they're ruins, now. But the old city still stands. The old prison is still there, if likely half-collapsed. There is an entrance from there to Draco--I have not bothered to force it open, as yet, because I do not mind Draco being as defensible as it is. The opening was... a weakness."

He looked to Cain. "During the rebellion, the tram connection was severed. We had to collapse the caves and retreat. Those of us who pursued-... many were killed. I believe Cassiopeia was fully lost, at the time. The prisoners were killed as our forces withdrew, to avoid them joining the rebels. -Most of them. The ones that we could handle in a hurry. But the cave fell into slumber shortly after, and I don't remember everything. Aethril has not mentioned the place," he finished, with a slight shrug. In other words, Vargas didn't particularly care to reopen the place, and without a command he was content to leave it, for the time being. "Maybe once our numbers grow enough. Or perhaps it is something Tectus can take over."

Vargas considered only for an instant, almost immediately shaking his head. "No; if any of it were particularly urgent, I'd have had it addressed already. Take the time to reorient yourself to the current situation. Rest if you require it, and then choose what appeals. I trust your judgment," he added bluntly. "Just report back if you complete a task. After any, and each. I wish to be kept appraised."

He considered for a moment, mulling everything over, wondering if there might be anything he'd missed. "It may be worth getting to know some of our new members. Seeing if any of them are useful to you. If they are and they have not yet chosen a role, and if they are agreeable, perhaps you can claim them for your work; check with me if that is the case." He didn't bother listing all of them. There were... quite a few. But that was the way of the Forge; monsters came, and monsters went. And then more were created.

"I believe that is all, from my end. Is there anything else you would ask, or mention?" He was not deferential as he asked: he was authoritative and brisk, as always. 'Professional' was likely the best term for it. But the way he spoke, and the manner in which he paused and waited afterwards, suggested that he still respected his Overseer despite their long absence--respected Cain's mind and loyalty both. In fact, in the way he regarded Cain, it was as if it had never left.

Vargas gave the faintest dip of his head, a nod of acknowledgment--and then stopped whatever he was going to say. I should probably warn it, he thought, suppressing a grimace. "Ahh-... In regards to the rebellious spawn I mentioned. If you should run into V-Ruby-One--tall, four-armed, spawn of Azrael and Scion-... Ruby-Beta, as you likely last knew it?--be warned, I am working on its temper. It, on the other hand, is not. It may well attack first and ask questions later if it does not know your rank. It has already been itself warned that if it loses control again, I will kill it. But I would rather it not come to that." He hefted a heavy, irritated sigh. "Feel free to interact with it, of course but be wary it does not harm you."

He considered for a moment longer. "I will be here in Draco, for now. Some of the Forge may be in Canis, patrolling for Hive by Aethril's orders, if you require them. Feel free to note who is actually keeping watch, if you find yourself bored. I think that is all... You are dismissed," he finished.

He thought that was everything, at least.