Ephsor was furious, he growled and beat on the machinery around him in frustration knocking over anything that wasn't heavy or nailed down. They were so close, the treasures of that vault were almost theirs but they still slipped through their grasp. Ephsor had underestimated his rivals, perhaps blinded by the promise of something great, a foolish move but he was not going to let it happen again. Two of his guards were nearby trying to keep most of the crew from seeing his rage while a medic was also there trying to tend to a wound on the kell's leg that was giving him a limp. At least they had been prepared for a sudden retreat so not much was lost but this was still a loss.

He was finally calming down, taking a seat an letting the medic properly tend to his wound, around the same time an Archon was reporting that the servitors had traced another signal, this time an abandoned research facility. It was a bit less exciting that the vault but it could still hold promise, as the Archon pointed out by mentioning the devils. However, the fleet was still regrouping but Niryk volunteered to lead an expedition before Ephsor even had to ask. "hmmmm yyes, take your crew, find this place. I'll get the fleet back together and follow you if you find something"

With that he dismissed Niryk to prepare and contacted one of the house's Archons, one that had an old pursuit on her mind "You were right, follow your leads, we will reclaim the great machine" He didn't need to say more, he had dismissed that old quest as a maddening endeavor that would lead to the House's demise, but after seeing what they were facing now, they were going to need it.