A rather unsettling thing occurred yestereve as I took a break from my labors and browsed about for some civilian wear for the Sergeant. He has indicated he may be retiring from the patrols as his knees bother him more in the morning of late. I had been examining the wares in Mr. Magellan’s shop across the way from the Consulate. There were several items that are of most excellent manufacture, but I am not sure they would be to Iandad’s tastes.
That is when I discovered my brother Augustus had been looking through my eyes again. It is a trait from our mother’s side, but unfortunately, it only works with blood relatives. “That one,” he whispered in my ear from thousands of miles away. “I will need to get that waistcoat when I arrive.”
I was momentarily annoyed that he had been watching without asking first, but then I realized the implications of the message.
Augustus, in Caledon – oh, Red Fire… I need to meet the Chief Constable or the nearest equivalent soon, and inquire as to the going rates for bail bonds.