 So aboard the glide con as part of the Dead Man's tale exotic quest for five scannables for a triumph called Figments of an Answer. Today I will guide you to each scannable. How's it going guys? My name's DPJ and if you enjoyed this video, leaving a like really helps out and if you like what you see and want to see more, be sure to subscribe. So these five scannables only seem to become available to scan upon you first completing this mission then going back into it. So if you're doing this massage mission for the first time, you won't be able to scan them. So one screen now will be a run through where each scannable is from start to finish. Time stamps can be found below and a hopeless guide helps you out. And on that note guys, I'm out. If you enjoyed the video, leaving a like really helps me out and hopefully guys I'll see you on that next one. So far our hails have gone unanswered and the distress signal continues to loop. You're clear for live fire engagements. Board it and find our missing guardian. There's a distortion in the feed, no frequencies. Like ripples meeting conversation. Executing trace. Standby. Patch into the ship's computer. Perhaps courtesy of our lost friend, vision of darkness, sarcophilist growths with calls of darkness. Material is organic. Reminds me of a certain flora kept by our silver tongue drifter. Glygon navigation system marks their destination as an anomaly left in the wake of Mars' disappearance. The cabal here, their minds hang suspended in the death rows of cognition. Falling into a singularity, I say at least one other. Maybe our missing friend. It may not. Callus is menagerie. The dark ether in this device has been tampered with. Its connection to the darkness galvanized, rooted. Callus always did embody a clever sort of madness. Translation is followed. Brace the Glygon with his presence and gaze upon the anomaly. His counselors prepare the exhibition chamber with gold from the custom and the crown is ready. The end will ease a similar to Galron's chamber in the royal baths but without life support systems. Micro etchings along the interior walls. Scratches kept notes on experiments as well. It seems that scorn exposed at the anomaly all suffered contiguous neuron death. It consumed their minds. Oh but one who spoke with many dead voices. This survivor would become the centerpiece of their studies. Interest. Many scorn for an active guardian in place of each world the darkness the edge of our heliopods. Callus meant to commune with the darkness. I chose Galron and his frailty betrayed us. He was too pure. Too alone. Our new guests are neither faint traces of light. That thing.