Emizel had looked back up at the edge of the scythe now that his work had been mentioned.

"... Trying to, so far it's come up empty," the blade was lowered down as he frowned slowly, carrying it around all this time was getting tiresome. "I guess it only proves one thing about this place. Maybe I should try feeling a bit better about that."

He would assume Krichevskoy knew about the mess on the message board. It had been for all to see after all.