Nate knocked on Eva's door, without any actual contact being made to the barrier. His presence itself was an announcement, so the man wasn't surprised when the door opened - also without physical contact. Nathaniel entered his queen's chambers and bowed gently when he felt her eyes fall upon his form. "Your majesty," Nate greeted her because he knew outwardly she hated it, but inside she enjoyed it. Which Caltrops didn't fault her for one bit. When he rose, the wizard made eye contact with Qiana and nodded his head toward the stylist.
"Our earlier conversation, the travel plans I discouraged you from..." He reminded her, though he doubted she'd forgotten. "I've had a development." Nate stiffened his posture and locked his fingers together behind his back. Nate had to censor his words with Tress present, but he didn't think it would be a problem. "I wanted to clear it by you before I set anything in motion, but I found a volunteer to go in you place." Sort of, he found a capable person willing to do about anything. Close enough. Before he'd spoken again, Nathaniel focused. His magically tendrils mentally plucked the proper webs between the pair, which silently conveyed the identity of the victim - volunteer. "They paid me a visit earlier. Perhaps not the ideal candidate... but I've done more with less." Caltrops hadn't intended to brag, but Ronan wasn't the farm fresh ingredient he'd hoped for. Although, the desperation which wafted from the Irishman would probably be an asset. "We can be ready as early as tonight, if you have no objections... of course." Nathaniel certainly hoped she didn't.