The satrap comes up his rummaging with a cloth and what smells like a bottle of alcohol. Sadly, not the drinkable kind. "First, take that make up off your face," he says, handing Noriko the two things.<br/><br/>"You can tell him that everything is on course, and we should see if those lost documents were right or not very, very soon." Even a blind man could see the satisfaction on the Satrap's face as he grins. "In fact, should it work, we won't have to worry about that demon tiger or the predations of that Anathema monster."