"We have agreement," You're so awful, I agree, it passes right over her head in stilted Trade – "They make new thing, I look. Maybe I tell them how to make it better."

And certainly she tells the city's remaining converts, the ones who forward her letters. She glances over her shoulder. He'll come or he won't.

"Now you and I, we have agreement, too." If he means to freeze his little paws for Riftwatch. "They give you rules?"