wonder women, you can draw your blind!

"I can't say I relish the idea of a special envoy from Agnus Castle coming in to check my work..."

"Yet you're not mounting an attack upon this 'special envoy'," Mòrag says evenly, indulging in a sideways glance at Ethel's various lieutenantry while her hands remain tightly locked behind her waist - she'd never have done so as Special Inquisitor, but here, with a somewhat fresh purpose, she imagines there might be value in slightly different tacks, from time to time.

Ethel nods. "It would do me more harm than good, most like. You're for Silver, aren't you?"

"Indeed. For Silver."