"Perhaps so. I was thinking about using them as moving targets to test homemade archery sets, but luring idiots into a trap to get rid of them is certainly a favorable task as well." Fletcher was less than likely to care what happened to them so long as it happened. He had far more trouble with idiocy than he let on outwardly.
"Oh, yes. Small boat house, indeed." He looked towards the journal for a moment. "Very strange place for three people to hide." He smiled a little, starting to feel the exhaustion poking at his brain...or something of the sort. "Of course. I've put together a useful team of people this time. Thicknesse's idea of useful never made sense to me. Placing idiots on a team, even just to be fair to them, was never something I felt the need for."
He felt a slight settling at the thought that his sister would be safe, taking care to keep any evidence of his feelings on the matter off his face. "Is there anything else?"