Be Ellsee.

After your MEMO fell flat on its face, you spent the rest of this long evening ignoring some UNWANTED ATTENTION and combing through another section of your ANCESTOR'S TOME. Your focus is interrupted as your lusii come to you.

They can't be willing to speak on a night in which they've vowed silence, can they? You know how much this ritual means to them. They wouldn't do something like this without very good reason.