I've always believed in being carefully ambiguous when delivering bad news. Not so vague that people think everything's fine, but not so clear that they panic. It's a delicate balance—like telling someone to check their safety equipment without mentioning you've spotted a bomb.
So when I mentioned "high-ranking" Savage Communion members in the vicinity to those academy kids, I kept my tone neutral. Professional. The kind of voice you use when discussing slightly concerning weather patterns rather than the potential arrival of genocidal maniacs.
