"The Speculem showed a small window in a high wall leading to a cell," Josiane replies, recalling the grim vision she shared with Ulric;"And if I understand you aright, Lord Armando, yon sign could as easily mean 'mine' as 'dungeon?'"
'"But bravely done for your translation nonetheless;" she is swift to add with her pretty smile; "Our task becomes, I think, easier."
She pauses a moment, considering.
"I think," she adds at length after a moment's deliberation with the World Invisible, "a sortie towards one of the Alcazars may bear fruit. What we need is more information. I would humbly suggest the most effective way to achieve this would be to obtain a prisoner of our own. Perhaps we might apply ourselves towards obtaining one?"
Her words are gentle, but there is a faint, warning gleam in her grey eye as she mentally draws her plans...
'