Worth

Standing upon a tower of pure dark iron, a small one by undead standards, Loimos overlooked the organisation of both the platform surrounding Belliste, soon to become a fully encompassing ring wrapped around its barrier, as well as what was going on within the territory, although Loimos could not know everything, it would be a mistake to assume that he did not have eyes within, in the form of small birds and insects, controlled by ghosts he had trained in the ways of Körpersucher, inhabiting vessels that retained life force, none could suspect anything about them.

Tilmiel worried to prove that a group like the nightbirds was not superfluous, but Loimos had quite a fair bit of stealthy castes serving under him, many of which reported directly to him, and him alone, their ability to be even unknown by allies proving their competency in their respective fields.