On his mun's plans and her steady but slow pace

[faithfulwisdom]

Forgive me, my lady, but this "Haven" of yours sounds anything but. And you wish to take me there fresh from the pits of Angband. From one horror to another, is it?

[For a moment he looks tired. His imprisonment and his death have worn him; he is thinner than he should be and bruises are still visible on his face. But then he looks up and something of the old spark has returned to his eyes.]

So be it- but let us not tarry. You have but a few days before your writing is required and I would not have this hang over my head for another half-month. It is better to know.