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Hassling brighter minds to do our dirty work. We've a blade about somewhere, if the request need be thematically forceful, but you'd have to tell me which end to point.

[ so he's folded first for pronouns. ]

Between all those terribly flaky sheets, have you happened to spy our budget? The lack of it?

I can't say I've spotted anything quite that dull, but I had noticed a troubling lack of certain luxuries of late. Walls, beds, roofs, and so forth.

Quite. There are plans afoot — Lady Corinna is organizing an auction of her suspiciously-flattened third-husband's belongings, and I understand that our charming diplomats intend to wheedle her for charity.

Frankly, I'm more concerned with what's on offer. With prices so dear, it's like she's trying to move more than a painting or two. If the old man owned anything of actual value or import, we need to know where it goes. To whom.

[ so that they can definitely legally reacquire it. with all that money they've got. ]

I've always wanted to attend one of Lady Corinna's auctions, they're legendary. Is Riftwatch actually invited, or will we need to sneak in?

Oh, which sounds more entertaining? I know which desk the letters are in, but we might do better for the glad-handers running their actually invited interference.