She had become aware, vaguely, of the presence of Saran'zol within the caves, and the budding activity that had surrounded it. An overcharged Valkhound; an Overseer's involvement... What did this portend?

In the days leading up to the events, she began to uncoil threads of learning through the caves. The taste of activity upon the tongues of her vapid Lessers... the vibration of excited voices through the carpets of her mold... something was happening. At last, she unfurled the gentle touches of her mind to her Hive.

"There is something happening. I desire to know what. It may have implications for our home. Our family. Go, if you can watch, if you can learn, without being seen. Go, and bring back knowledge."

There was more, behind that message: a warning not to risk themselves. Their lives were not, probably, worth this. A desire for specifics on this... Saran'zol. On what the Overseer was doing. If it was a competition of some kind: the nature of it. The measures that it took of its participants. The rewards.

She had her spies; she had only to deploy them.