Guy had been through his box last night and hadn't seen anything. He frowned, setting his hand to his chin to think that over. "Maybe they delivered them while we were still in Farwell..." The rebels may have somehow realized there was no point in leaving the notes for someone who wouldn't be there to read them. The shuffle of his room might have also been a factor in it.

Either way, he was getting the information that he needed now, so that was what mattered. He didn't mind sharing what he knew even with someone like Aidou. When it came down to it, they were all on the same side here.

"Everything he took as a toll wore off by morning, thankfully." Guy couldn't imagine how they would manage if they were all running around with a sense missing.

He didn't blame Aidou for being curious about Farwell, but it was difficult to know exactly where to start. "What do you want to know about it?" he asked, taking another bite of spaghetti wound around his fork.