<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0kQTA1Z.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name</strong></td><td>Countess Lieutenant Kathryn Foss</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Date</strong></td><td>May 3025</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location    </strong></td><td>Siege Perilous: Karnov Transport</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Content</strong></td><td>Arrival</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>"Beggin' yer pardon, yer Excellency, but the master saw yer work on New Damascus. If ye ask yer handmaiden, she'll confirm like as not."<br/><br/>Kathryn tilted her head back and glared at the ceiling. Of course. She flicked the comms back on. "I see. Thank you for your assistance, Marks." She closed the channel and switched over to Charlotte.<br/><br/>"Charlotte, was the-"<br/><br/>"Yes, Excellency."<br/><br/>Kathryn sighed and closed the channel. This was annoying, but at least she had her answer. As for Charlotte's quick response, well... it was better not to ask some questions. If questions were asked, the answer was always that the valette excelled at anticipating her liege's needs. It may have even been true. Kathryn had never inquired; a certain amount of selective ignorance was beneficial.