"Cavalcade Academy was on fire," you say. "Almost gutted. I could see bodies strewn all over the place: the students. They were…" You hesitate. "Dead. Extremely dead."
Matron doesn't react. "Distressing," they say flatly, "but not enlightening enough. I need more details, more information. What more can you tell me? What do you think that it means?"
You shrug. You've not had much time to reflect, so far, on what you've been shown, let alone dismantle it for hidden meaning. "I mean…it looked like whatever was sending us this vision hated the undead," you say, more to say anything than because you think you might be right.
With a sigh, Matron shakes their head. "Perhaps," they say. "Or perhaps it was intended as a warning, or else to confuse us. The point is, without the finer detail, it is impossible for us to discover the truth. And without the truth, it is much more difficult to prepare." They consider for a moment, then shrug. "We shall need to use different methods. I need information."
"How will you get it?" Romilly asks, glancing at Grace.
"There are various routes we can take," Matron says. "And we're going to need to follow a few of them." They cast another glance over your group. "I don't suppose that you managed to come up with the next stage of your plan while you were running about in the imaginary forest, did you?"
In response to Matron's words, you can feel the group's gazes and expectations turning towards you. Apparently, you're in charge, or else nobody else wants to make this particular call.