Having been away on other duties, Barrow is only able to pitch in after the fracas, but he does so with characteristic aplomb: hauling things, carrying wounded, lending his strength in the general sense and his calm in the spiritual.

He takes it upon himself to inspect the weaponry, and can be found seated by whatever passes for the armoury as he takes an inventory and marks the condition of each piece.

It isn't until he overhears mention of the cloaking device that he and his writing board amble closer with arched eyebrows and a disbelieving-if-anxiously-amused smile.

"You lost it?"