"Yeah. And - I have been. One lone fairy and a bunch of them in a different court have my name. The court sold me to the individual from whom I escaped shortly before coming here. I have moved to another Fairyland continent and they don't care enough about me to track me down. But they'll still remember my name. I would like to go find the individual, get his name, keep him stashed somewhere, and use him to give me protective orders against local Masters. He is not very smart, does not know any sorcery, and probably doesn't have any new vassals or associates yet. With your power you could probably grab him for me very easily. But other fairies could confuse the situation, or he could have a moment of cleverness."

"Oh my god that's, that's almost worse than the Birdcage. This is normal where you come from?"

"...I didn't even describe the bad parts. Yes, this is normal. He probably won't even be particularly offended about being envassaled back."

"If you can think of someone who's willing to tell me their name to be sworn to secrecy and could get Yellow's name out of him without, say, torture, and would hand him over to me afterwards and that person isn't you... feel free to make a suggestion."

"Good point. I'd probably even be safer than most of the professionals, as long as fairies aren't deaf. I can just sing the whole time."

"Yellow's not deaf. I mean, he could have punctured his eardrums, but he has no reason to do it."

Canary grimaces. "All right, I'll do it. When did you have in mind?"

"You can't fly, right?"

She shakes her head. "No. Would I need to?"

"To get to Fairyland safely through any gates I currently have set up, yes, they're all about a mile in the air. It would separately be a really long trip from the one on the right continent to Yellow's usual area. And he might not be trivial to find; I burned down his house before I left and he could have taken the opportunity to migrate. After you find me an address I'll make a new gate from there."

"Yes, at ground level. ...I have thought of another non-Fairyland project you could help with. It would just involve getting past some layers of indirection with a phone call so I could be sure I didn't accidentally get a secretary's name. I could ask the PRT if you don't want to, but I think I'd rather do it independently."

"That sounds much easier than kidnapping someone out of Fairyland. Who would I be calling?"

"An anonymous party slipped me the real names of the parahuman membership of Empire 88. I didn't read it all, but I had two names before realizing what it was. I agreed with the Director that I shouldn't read all the rest of the names, waltz in, and pack them away, in case the anonymous party was someone unsavory who stood to benefit from a destabilization in the city underworld; but nor do I plan to let them continue their various behavior unchecked forever. So at some time not chosen by that party I'm going to collect the two whose names I have. The PRT wouldn't like all of the details I have in mind, but I don't work for them."

"That sounds like cape business. I'd only be doing anything over the phone, right, no one would need to know I was involved?"

"It's possible that someone could recognize your voice. Otherwise, no."

"I can do that, then."

"Okay. I don't have a phone - can you pick one up for me while you're doing things? I have no meaningful phone preferences except that if phones ever show names that one hasn't told them to show it shouldn't do that."

"Of course. I've got some other business in the city, but I'll get to the phone and address right after."

"Thanks! I check my email several times a day, if it's inconvenient to come find me in the PRT building, and I'm keeping a roughly local sleep schedule."

"I'll contact you with an update in, probably some point tomorrow."

"Sounds good. Anything else you want to talk about while we're both here?"

"I was mostly just here to ask about the orders and thank you again for saving me. Which, thanks."