Slave Street

Jaahlyn is given a pretty cursory search; she's worked with the Guild before, and Raodan trusts her. He's aware he probably shouldn't, but he does. Nothing is taken from her, unless it looks like it might be a weapon; the bag of dust doesn't count. "I am not one of the Guildmasters. I'll have to contact them, get the council going. Can you wait? Maybe fifteen minutes. Can you tell me anything about the individual or group who sent you so I can pass it on and make sure the Guildmasters are informed?" He isn't part of the Guildmasters, though they are his immediate superiors. He doesn't know who they are, either. They mostly work through intermediaries and teleconferencing; they don't want their identities revealed by someone questioning their way up the ranks.

Raodan has picked up an old telephone and is starting to dial, however.