124.2

You find Silaro bent over a flowsteel mirror, a half-disassembled lightbringer beside him. Even as you watch, the mirror ripples. Estian script sinks into the surface, and Silaro grunts and moves something in the machine in response. A small burst of sparks erupts, and he sighs.

“Researching ancient technology is a lot easier when you have years to do it,” he says when he notices you. “Hopefully you’ve been having better luck than I.”

Clear Silaro Mako with  to chat with him about what you've discovered.