He'll ask the desk to send a message to the guy.

"So you have three Lesser Restoration and two of... the Removes? I'm not too sure I understood how your spell limits work exactly."

"You have them right. I have a limited number of spell slots that I refill every morning."

He has some more clarifying questions, and fifteen minutes later the runner comes back with a reply.

"He's available right now," he reports.

Field trip?

Field trip time, sure.

The patient is a twenty-minute walk away, in the outer city. He's an ash-black Drake that's built like a tank and moving about, not obviously injured, but there's a certain carefulness to his motion, a shortness to his sentences, and he promptly takes a seat once they're let in.

Does he have to explain his condition or does Blai know what to do?

He needs to ask enough questions to be sure that he should be aiming, as he normally does, for Endurance and not Strength or Grace, but then the spell handles the detail work. "Lesser Restoration."

The patient coughs a few times.

"I think it did something," he says. "Don't know how much, but." He grimaces. "I'll pay for two more, if that's what you have."

He'll do another one, and a third if he wants the third.

He'll take them. After the third time, he takes a deep breath and exhales just a tiny tongue of fire, though he immediately breaks into wheezes. There are tears in the corners of his eyes.

"How much for another three tomorrow?"

"I am usually inclined to price them on an auction basis, so whatever it takes to outbid other parties."

"How long are you sticking around?"

"Not long, but I will be here tomorrow."

"I'll bid five hundred gold per. Somewhere I need to put it in or are you writing this down?" He nods at the coordinator guy.

        "I've got it."

"Thank you."

Once they're on their way, the coordinator says, "That's on the upper end of what you're going to get. Most people are going to go for a hundred, two hundred at most. I've got one for Deafness, one for Blindness, if you're up for it?"

"Of course, lead the way."

Those are pretty routine and present no difficulties, and then they can have Blai back by the end of the day. They can spend a while talking healing logistics—loosely, since he expects the intelligence people will have priority on Blai's time though he doesn't say that—if Blai has nothing else to do the rest of the night.

He indeed has nothing on the rest of the night if nobody is going to play chess with him.

The next morning, the informant agreement will show up to his room ahead of schedule, giving him a few hours to look it over before the appointment. It's clearly generated from some template. It states that he'll provide all information about the dragon he knows, including but not limited to its identity, location and methods of contact; and his sources, how they acquired this information, and what they plan to do with this information directly, by proxy, or by controlling its dissemination. Including best guesses and predictions where he's not confident.

On their side there's an agreeable description of the terms of Keisha's conscription and fines and various procedural minutia that will get her off the hook with Zeres.

He reads it over three times, quibbles over a couple of oddly worded spots, and ultimately signs.

The documents and redacted versions get sent off for various people to sign, and when they all come back, Ferris will actually be the one to chase the source handler and lawyer out of the room and take his statement.

"This room is secure. To start, what do you have for us?"

"The Antinium suspect Teriarch to be in the High Passes. I am not powerful enough to cast Sending, a spell from Golarion which delivers a message of a few seconds' length to a specified creature, but I can summon entities who may be willing to trade within their own world on your behalf for this service - at tremendous expense, and I will not conduct this service without certain provisos in place about dealing fairly with the entities, but the gradient of the value of diamonds is at least in your favor. The failure rate of Sending is one in twenty across planes, if it must be cast from another, but it is highly reliable within a single plane if it turns out to be possible for an entity I am capable of calling to perform it here."

They have a map. "Do you know which part of the High Passes? How confident are they, how do they know this, and what date is the information accurate of?" He'll hold the follow-up questions on Sending.

"I do not; it's possible the Antinium have it narrowed down further. They didn't discuss exact confidence levels, just a suspicion. I heard of this just a few months ago."

"Can you remember their exact words? We can provide scrolls of [Recall Memory]."