Meanwhile, Jean Riudaure has been doing what he does best: keeping an eye on (ostensible) friend and (certain) foe alike.
It is not happy work. Purging a country of its secret nests of undead is uncomfortably like purging one of its remaining sparks of Goodness, modulo the amount of torture employed and, of course, the end result. But Jean Riudaure is very, very good at it, no matter whom he serves.
The chief problem with Ustalav, from his perspective, is that unsolved murders, disappearances, hauntings, and other such evidences of undead activity are by now so common that no one pays them any mind; this he resolves to change. In every city, now, there is someone to whom, it has been announced, all who wish to see Ustalav free of undead should report any and all such happenings, and another such person riding circuit around each county to get reports from the villages. The picture he thereby gets is still, he is sure, tragically incomplete, but it is complete enough that someone looking at the whole thing (such as him) might begin to see see patterns. He is nearly sure, for example, that the Whispering Way met via disposable Dominated proxies, as is their known habit—not that this is, in fact, information. Of course there is a conspiracy against Razmir; probably, in fact, more than one. He still knows frighteningly few of the details.