Yes. The Darkling's lips part in a sigh, this was something and that's a lot more than he had this morning, and he smiles softly. "You're making me wish for pen and paper, and I don't even like taking notes."

While he talks, his mind riffles through the information. The name Ambrose, people being called in (whatever that was. A summons, but of people instead of--) and a wheel. A book.

He remembers close to nothing of the well and of getting here. When he woke up, naked and shivering, all he could think about was the Fold and Alina, throwing him at the Volcra. A rebel-uprising on the skiff, with the Tracker leading them. A dagger to his heart and the ever-present darkness. Wondering if this was what you found inside the Volcra's stinking, unnatural maws.

"Were they right? Are you lazy or tricky, Jesper?"