[ Sylvain stares at the strange symbol a moment longer, wondering what this had to do with the whole mess. He didn't believe in coincidences like that.

After a moment, he rubs a hand tiredly over his face with a quiet sigh, leaning back against the wyvern once more. ]

Do you know Wanda in Solvunn? She might be a good one to talk to too. She's got a knowledge of magic that's way beyond what the mages here know, I think. I haven't seen her down there [ she's kinda hard to miss, in his opinion ] so I don't think they got her.

Maybe we can-

[ He stops mid-sentence as he sits straight up for a moment, gaze going distant, as if whatever he's trying to see - or hear? - isn't quite here, wary tension creeping back into his form.

He doesn't get a chance to say goodbye before abruptly blinking out of existence, his connection cut. ]