[A'kin arrives just barely in time for the speech, having had to backtrack to the workshop after realizing exactly where the meeting was being held. The rapidly falling temperatures in the Tower were uncomfortable enough even with the innate ability to warm himself; on a magic-suppressing floor, it could potentially become lethal. The yugoloth is a comical sight when he finally shuffles in, swaddled in layer after mismatched layer of impromptu blankets.]

...Do you really believe anything much will come of this, my friend? I've not spoken to the red-collared entities, but the blank-collared ones seem to know little beyond their functions; they can't shed information they don't have, no matter how you squeeze them.