"...I'm from the future? Like sixty years into the future."

Staring.  

"That's...something. Makes it a lot weirder for anyone to target you if you don't have a history of any kind with people here."

"Not having a history could make me the perfect target—no one would miss me or speak out for me. Or conversely, I know what's going to happen here, and my future is in some sense the most uncertain."

"Hm. Maybe if a lot of people know about it."

"Yeah. Anyway, are you done interrogating me? Want me to push my karma and swear a few more oaths? That was a joke by the way."

"If you don't know anything related to diabolism, then yes. We'll try and track down whoever framed you. If they try again or reveal themselves, you can tell the Lord and he'll be glad to let us deal with them."

"Thank you. I'd been meaning to visit his priests anyway."

Nod.

"Good choice on the not getting mixed up in the darker magic. Keep that up." And they're gone.

...okay now he needs to figure out why the fuck Rose Thorburn decided it'd be a swell idea to frame him for diabolism.

He phones Malcolm Behaim.

1943 is powerless to stop him from getting in contact. Eventually.

"Sadde! Hello. How's Montreal?"

"It's pretty nice! I didn't know the Lord used to be a merchant spirit."

"I never paid much attention to his origins, myself. The local branch of the family would know more."

"Probably. I should look them up. But say, do you know where Rose Thorburn might be?"

"Rose Thorburn? Haven't seen her around. Are you planning to mess with time, because you probably want Elizabet if you have the other variety of extremely inadvisable thing in mind."

"No, not really, I just heard she might be hereabouts."

"We mostly give the Thorburns a wide berth; keeping tabs on them is one of the costs there. If you think you've got solid information you're probably right. Do you think you're going to need to move again? She's one of the worse people to get recognized by."

"No, probably not, at least not for now. I'll just keep an eye out."

"If she is there, she would have shown up for at least one council meeting. You could check with the Montreal branch of the family, or with the Lord's people. Diabolists are memorable."

"Yeah, I'll see what I can find."

"Good luck. Tread carefully; you don't want a diabolist as an opponent."

"I probably don't," he agrees. "Thank you. Take care."

That's one uninformative phone call out of the way.

Yes it is. So next thing is—

—going to bed, actually. Time to sleep.

Then next morning he can go to the Lord's place.

He gets recognized, and is understandably looking more serious than usual.

"Sadde? Welcome back.

—you're not just here to talk about that suggestion for the Lord, are you." 

"Nnnope. I'm actually wondering if someone here would know how to get their hands on stuff that does divination and see if a mutually beneficial trade could happen."