Judging by her response, Daimon assumed she could read a greater part of the city. "And you could get all 2,546 of them to do your bidding." Whatever that may be. The Sciomancers he knew used them for many different reasons. Mostly as soldiers in the wars between the Heavens and Hells. Daimon finished his cigarette and flicked the butt into the trash they passed. "Does it ever get overwhelming? This connection you have with them."