Len Fai-Cu écoutait attentivement les recommandations du Grand-Masque. Certes, c'était lui qui avait trouvé ce camp et cette machine, mais être choisi, lui l'ancien membre des Maîtres de la Goo, pour mener cette expédition, était un honneur qu'il n'avait imaginé recevoir. Il comptait bien mener sa mission à une heureuse fin.
Sève serait fière.
    "… n'oublie pas que le but est la destruction de cette machine. Nous tolérons le Cercle Noir et ses études mais Ba'Wity Codgan a manifestement franchi les limites de cette tolérance. Je compte sur toi. Voici les affiches à faire apposer un peu partout."

    His time in the Goo had lasted only a few seconds but Len Faï-Cu felt the need to let the waterfall purify him for a long time while thinking about his report.
He had met the Initiates and friends of the Theocracy as planned on 14h - Quinteth, Mystia 11, 4th AC 2611. He had explained to them the purpose of the expedition.
    But from then on, everything had gone wrong. Some didn't want to destroy the pump, others just wanted to ask the Black Circle to do… as if the guards of the Circle were going to listen to them.
After a while, they had finally agreed to go and talk to the guards but, once there, they rushed at them and attacked them without warning.
What follows was like a confused nightmare in his mind filled with the cries of those who succumbed to thick Goo's pockets and a pinkish mist that seeped everywhere making him cough and cry his eyes out.
    And when the heavy wreathes of Goo had finally cleared, everything seemed to have vanished. No more pump or camp or guard. Just some kind of pustules and these wandering, unstable vapors that made you suffocate for a few moments before dispersing.
Len Faï-Cu knew the Goo, he had lived near it and often handled it, but this time, once the mission done, for a while, he really wondered if the destruction of this pump could have consequences on the long term.
    And that's why he was there. This morning, he had teleported to the Grove of Umbra, fearing that the Goo had clearly advanced towards the outpost. His relief had been such that he felt the need to go deep into the Goo area to check that all the pustules had disappeared.
The biting cold brought him back to the warmth of his home, soothed and washed from the impurities of the Goo.