[Rey stares at his message for a good long moment. An answer forms, but she can't bring herself to type them out. Not because of any moral quandaries, but paranoia.
[Not long after that last message is sent, Rey makes her way to Sorrow's temple herself; her presence made even more timely by the aid of a moped. They're not all that fast, but they beat a brisk walk down the roads here.
[She enters the temple, arms folded over her chest as she looks up at the structure. Sorrow isn't here, but she has a feeling that he might be able to hear her:]
You might be aware of this already, but your network is no longer secure from your enemies. If they can do that, they might have access to your private lines as well.
[Even if they don't, and the gods are confident of the contrary, it never hurts to be cautious. It's saved her and many like her on a number of occasions, after all.]
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[Not long after that last message is sent, Rey makes her way to Sorrow's temple herself; her presence made even more timely by the aid of a moped. They're not all that fast, but they beat a brisk walk down the roads here.
[She enters the temple, arms folded over her chest as she looks up at the structure. Sorrow isn't here, but she has a feeling that he might be able to hear her:]
You might be aware of this already, but your network is no longer secure from your enemies. If they can do that, they might have access to your private lines as well.
[Even if they don't, and the gods are confident of the contrary, it never hurts to be cautious. It's saved her and many like her on a number of occasions, after all.]