*inclines his head briefly* Very well, Lord Salgant. This entire visit of mine can thought of as one giant sleight of hand. The question is less whether I was here - word will spread, I am sure, though not from this office - but more just how I got away.
Good afternoon, sir. Until our next lives, perhaps, when bygones might finally be bygones.
*shows himself out and, as he walks through the corridors of the Harp, slips an ornate piece of card into his pocket*