"Oh, to the contrary," Everett says, tone overly strict, only to hope and disarm with how entirely sincere and soft he is to say, "there is none I would prefer speak with." He takes his own seat with a crossing of his long legs, straightening out pants and gloves before continuing on.

"Mistress Ellaria is actually most curious to me," he begins, "I heard tell you fought and hard won her favor. Another achievement of yours, such was described. And yet her descriptions feel oddly familiar to me. Which perhaps is a little, old goat's mind seeing tracks where there are none to follow. May I ask, is your good witch a lifelong denizen of the underground?"