"Unless we have incorrect directions."

"Could you with permission make a tiny map with her on it, to check if she's where we expect?"

"I can do a model but not render it into a map."

"Huh. I wish I could scry her. If you'd like you can make a model at a thousandth scale of her and her surroundings, if it's a major city I should recognize it."

Model.

"- that's Egorian, yeah. Right near the palace." Shiver.

"Can't do spells through mirrors. All right, let's send it."

Cam opens the door and lets the drone out. Its journey is shown on the screen of the shuttle.

Which is good because she's made it invisible so its journey would otherwise be hard to observe.

"What kind of person ends up working in Chelish foreign intelligence, do you suppose?"

"I imagine I wouldn't get along with them well but have no very specific premonitions."

"What kind of people do you get along with well?"

"Decent ones."

She's going to try to not take that personally but it's going to be challenging. "Well, that's practically disqualifying for intelligence services, I think. Shame, because otherwise you'd be awfully good at it."

"Forensic conjuration is not my specialty but I could learn it, I suppose. I don't know if I have the personality type."

"I would hate being a spy but mostly because I'd immediately get killed. If the daeva indestructibility thing works out, it sounds like fun."

"What would you do? If you turned into a daeva. An apsel in particular, if you wish to be specific."

"Huh. Uh, make myself smarter and wiser and more splendid, I guess, first thing. And then if being smarter didn't make something better occur to me I'd go make Cheliax really nice. Half of people can be wizards, I'd try to get that half wizarded. If you kept them in spellsilver then you could make enough headbands to make everyone smarter and then have more people who could be wizards. They wouldn't have to be really good wizards, just good enough to make headbands and rings of sustenance and cast Unseen Servant, and no one'd really have to ever work again. Maybe I'd do it for other places, too, once I had enough gear to protect myself, on the condition they teach their girls to be wizards too. Or let other places join Cheliax if they want the good stuff."

"Huh. That's not a bad answer." His tail swishes.

The drone approaches the paraduchess's home.

"We can probably do a lot of that, once you're not mind-controllable."

"I look so forward to not being mind-controllable. Where do you want it to put the mirror?" he asks as the house comes into view.

"On her desk, I guess, if we see an opening to do that. Presumably she trusts her servants but it seems better if no one else sees it."

"She might not have a window open..." He checks.

She does not.

"In the courtyard's all right, then."

The drone deposits the mirror in the courtyard on a little table and then flies away again.

Carissa watches anxiously. "What would you do? If you weren't under a binding and didn't have to worry about mind control and could do whatever you wanted?"