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Horst wrote:"Jacqueline Montarri, of the Red Vardo Traders," Horst repeats. If he recognizes the name, he does a good job of not showing it. "I'll go immediately. As for your other request--it would take a great deal of time, and under the circumstances I think you're better off not knowing. Perhaps I can arrange...something...after my return."
Standing and bowing, Horst says, "Thank you again, Baroness. I hope to see you again."
Lena wrinkled her nose. It wasn't
quite what she was hoping for, but it was better than nothing. She'd have to send Vasili (the Barovian one, not the Borco-Hazlani one) a message soon explaining why he was getting a cultist hand-delivered to him by the Red Vardo Traders. Ah the life of the diplomat.
"How very mysterious.
Something." Lena said, then smiled. "So be it. Good luck, Horst, and I imagine I will be in touch. Take care."
Lena did not offer him the blessings of the Morninglord. She was at best imperfectly pious, but there were limits even for her. She watched the man go, tapping a slender finger against her chin as she thought. Well, that was that. There might be trouble if Horst was captured along the way, but the man seemed competent. So were Montarri and von Holtz, they would manage things from here.
"What do you think, Ushka? Not bad for being in Hazlan not quite twenty four hours. An entire Great House turned to our side, wrapped up with a little heretical bow." Lena said, glancing at her familiar, who sneezed at her. "Yes, yes, Inquisition, I know. But I did
too help. Anyway, speaking of earning your keep, let's see if we can tie up any other loose ends. Now where did Agata go..."
Ushka is off to track Agata, or failing that, any other miscellaneous cultists of the preferably non-twitching variety. Perception +20
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