Asher Mir — Plotting a Downfall

Asher takes your data and enters it into his terminal with inhuman speed. The console emits a mechanical hum, then an incongruously cheerful chime.

"Novel stimulus yields novel data!" he cries, and his metallic arm spasms in agreement.

As he studies the readout, an inscrutable expression twists his face. "This pattern of interference, paired with the Taken behavior observed in the Festering Core… something is studying the Vex."

He looks toward the distant Pyramid. "There's a chess game being played here, and someone doesn't want us to see who wins."

"Continue your patrols," he says, waving you away. "I will send word if I have more time to dedicate to your mentorship."