Very carefully he's picked up a few shards of red lyrium with some scattered sheets of paper, bringing them over and joining the others at the table.

"I'll give you three guesses as to what they're experimenting with, and the first two don't... Oh Maker." He's caught sight of the notes now, and they're not good. At all. Not like he expected them to be, with the word 'experimenting' and all of the red lyrium creatures outside, but somehow seeing notes makes it worse.