Gyre frowns at the number the computer throws out, shaking his head a little. "No, she said it could carry a few thousand," he says, thinking back on the conversation. "And that... it would depend on how much support we could get. Maybe she's done some kind of magic to it over the decades."

He doesn't trust the computer's numbers at this point, and he's thinking immediately forward to the next chance he's going to get to speak to the Wizard. Are they going to get to walk to her tonight, he wonders?

"Or maybe this person thinks they're just a phenomenon. The Protector doesn't think they're a person either," he murmurs. He's hesitant to assume Sxicq isn't the thing they came here, his mind spinning at what could possibly be more dangerous then even that little god.