[GrangerAirstrike]

The Seasonal Queen's fears and worries for the new, most important and no doubt distressing news on the Chaosium, despite her external resistance to showing it wasn't so lost on the Oracle's Entourage during the moments preceding the Oracle's communication. Indeed, for the three of whom are present and call their affiliations to the Oracle of Caer Sidi first and foremost, - Eesiywen, Correl and Syllarel - they had already been privy to the information beforehand, courtesy of the ( *ahem* ) head honcho itself, and their own fears over the Chaosium and it's newly revealed ability to make use of not one, but three portals all across the Warren had been cemented in them for some time. All three wore brave faces, but the most obvious of whom had been struck metaphorically by the news within the Oracle's Entourage; Correl hadn't been so able to disguise the slightly wider than normal eyes, and an uncertain, faraway gaze... But, we shall digress. Aynia had made a command to the entourage before her to mark down their predictions on the locations of the newly-found portals of chaotic nature. For a moment, the entire group - headed by the Oracle - did not budge, but soon enough one of them was reared into action after a subtle call to action by the Oracle himself:

The Oracle of Caer Sidi: "D'you want to do the honours, Correl?"

Correl made a slight motion of his head as if to nod, aimed towards the Oracle. And therefore after followed with a small bow aimed towards the Seasonal Queen, and her Regent ( though at that point, he was occupied with talking to his Valet ) and simply uttered:

Correl, Library Busybody: "Your Seasonal Majesty. Your Excellency."

And - though acting a little slower than expected of him perhaps - he followed by retrieving two of the aforementioned tokens; one from the Queen's hand herself, and would then place both of them down on the map. Naturally, they were placed in similar or even congruent places from what had been described by the Oracle previously. One North-Northwest of Adhmad Bont and Southwest of Direach Bont. The other, on a peninsula due south of the Dryland isles now inhabited by the privateer group the Oracle had previously mentioned. Soon therefore after, Correl had taken a few steps backwards towards the Oracle, Syllarel and Eesiywen and once more bowed towards the two royals of the room, which Syllarel had followed with a curtsey, though Eesiywen, occupied with his magics and keeping the Oracle's "connection" to the current location stable simply remained respectfully stationary. It was the Oracle whom would once more speak up after the fact. In the same mysterious, slightly echoing voice that left no inflection as to tone as before, he would exclaim softly:

The Oracle of Caer Sidi: "Well, there you have it Aynia. If you have any questions you'd like to ask of me, by all means do go ahead, I'm most certainly not in a rush. But then again, that's the most I can say about the current situation with our not-so-respectful rivals despite maybe some small, minute tidbits here and there.
You, and dear Regent probably have a lot on your plate you both need to attend to at this point anyhow, so don't let your favourite loremaster keep you two, yes?"