"A decreasingly valuable one," If they've the numbers to support a colony of anchors, they no longer require outsiders for it. "Rifters might still trade upon rarity,"

That he meets her eyes is not implication. They both recall the phylacteries, if by different detail. Petrana has always taken pains to separate herself of the crowd. That he holds her eyes –

"But if I caught information that I didn't want to vanish, I'd cut off its arm."

So there's the wisdom in sending him to Tevinter: That he's done the math, and found it lacking. Isaac leans back against a pillar. Considers her, and all the years she's spent studying. Ever meticulous, but perhaps a little moreso for this. For all the control she's wrestled, she must still think of it. Must still measure.

Lacking.

"I've word from a contact," Already told Rowntree, though he expects the man was too delirious to note, "An old one, turned on us in the Battle of Ghislain. She wants to come back."