Jaren allowed himself to be ushered out of the office without protest, thinking hard. Hendrik's reply to Raven made no sense, unless it was a reply to something else...in any case, one would have to be clinically insane to attempt to confront the forces outside single-handedly. He looked up to see Tobias swooping down to land on his shoulder, a message in his beak. Jaren opened it, read it briefly, then started down the corridor, pocketing his DMD after wrapping it in his scarf.