"What? Sir, he can't possibly be serious! We've scoured the grounds hourly, every da--" "You imbecile, did you look at nearby buildings? This man is of the faerie courts, he<em>can't lie!</em>" "But, sir--" "Get out of my sight, we'll talk about this later," he snapped, angrily.<br/><br/>"Let me see what you've brought," he said, extending his hands to take Caiaphas' duplicate. "Impeccable work," he says, after a few minutes. "However did you find such a thing? No Master Smith in the city could make such a perfect copy."