Brother Spore would hum a bit as he prepared some tea inside of his cliffside home; meandering into a chair in front of his fireplace. “My, I certainly didn’t think he’d voice his opinions. But then again it is Wildfire.” The ‘ame brought the cup of tea he held up towards his lips taking a sip, setting the missive to the side. “I suppose I’ll just wait to see what reaction his sparks have on our nation”