Tomorrow. In parts and pieces. You'll have written orders waiting for you, but I gather the place we're to be posted requires some degree of outfitting to render it habitable.

[Trust that there will be things ferried over to Kirkwall that they will all need to see delivered to the de Foncé house at unobtrusive intervals.]

I've little interest in playing politics while the Chantry's woman is here. I think we all agree that it would be best to see our business here protected so it may continue undisturbed once she has gone.