Braxiatel didn't respond to the touch. He saw the shield fade, saw Robespierre kneeling by his own coat, a kindness to Oliver and his friends. Respect for the dead. And Braxiatel saw when there was nothing underneath. Was that Robespierre's gifts, or something from the Plane?

"No." He let out a soft breath. "No, I need to go home. And to do a very thorough search of my inventory for anything that might be of any use. At least we know something of the set up now."