[-] Those that have assembled are at a loss for words. The blonde one goes about organizing them into groups, finally stating, "Mother Alphira-- if you tell me where to meet up, I can direct them there in the morning, if you have important business to attend. Some...some of them need to sober up, anyways...if what you're saying is true. This is life...life-changing. Thank you."
Emma steps in to organize them, or rather, to delegate responsibilities. It seems that the blonde is going to get a count of all who is willing to join and is going to organize them here tomorrow for a meet-up. Emma leaves it open whether you or a Thornton agent will escort them to their new workshop.
It's an hour later when the four of you and your group break away from the crowd-- and it dwindles. You're plunged into the streets and back alleys of the suburbs as you make your way to the warehouse where Iyal resides. While in the same area as the new Thornton District, its far enough away for deniability.
It looks empty, a decrepit building devoid of life, with broken shutters and a sagging roof. There's only the pulse of a las-pistol within, but, and you strain your ears, no other sound reaches you.
You enter, your eyes adjusting to the darkness rapidly. Iyal stands tucked behind a nearby wall, judging by the las-gun pulse, and you call out to her, directing your voice towards her cover. She emerges into the darkness quietly, looking confused, even as she lights an electric lamp on the table.
"How?" Iyal questions, sitting down on what looks like it used to be a chair.