“I did” Raven stepped forward.
“We have tracked a delirium for nights beyond counting. Our order is almost upon its lair when you call us forth. What would you have of us, tinkerer?”
“An analysis of this dwelling.”
“You divert us from sacred duty for this?”
“What do you think will happen if your delirium becomes nightmare? Who will clean that up? You? Like you did the Smoke Kings of Acheron? The protocols of the Whispered Treaties require you to attend and serve my command! Now get on with it.”
The wall closed its eyes.
