"Three eyes sounds more like Hive." What Ikora imagined in her head was something of a mix between the two races. And pink. They must be powerful to pull people from their homes and kept them trapped like bugs in a glass jar. "Have they said what they want?"

At least it was a relatively nice jar. Ikora imagined she would still test the limits of it and try to unravel the mystery. She was a Warlock, after all. Reality was, at best, a suggestion.

"All those years as Vanguard tempered you for this moment. You can handle such idleness now." Though, knowing Cayde as she did he must have found something more to occupy himself.