"Lady Natalia, I need a word with you, alone." * Roland finds a nice quiet place outside and says softly, "I need a lock of your hair." What for? I am not to go inside the city, but if I have a lock of hair, I may be able to pierce the scrying veil. * Nyyx nods. "Fair enough." She twists some of her pale hair between her fingers and yanks it from her head. "Here." * Roland binds it in a string and tucks it away. I arranged for an old friend to meet you. He should arrive before long. He will serve ably in my place. An old friend? Of yours, or someone I know? Of yours, actually. But I won't spoil the surprise. * Nyyx looks surprised. "Well, all right. And how did you meet?" Oh, I've never met him. * Roland smiles broadly. It's good to be a seer. Good evening, Lady Natalia. I will be here when I am needed. * Nyyx tilts her head quizzically. "You can be very puzzling sometimes, but thank you, Roland." I do my best, Lady Natalia. * Roland bows deeply and heads off into the camp. * Nyyx tips her hat and returns indoors.