[Sometime after The Nevarran Affair, a woman is waiting in Sidony's clinic space. She's wearing a rather smart riding coat and has a fine pair of gloves in hand at her lap. When Sidony arrives for what must certainly be her regular hours, the woman is engrossed in a book of herbal remedies. Fitcher looks up she she arrives.]

Ah, the esteemed Lady Rutyer. I hope you don't mind the intrusion, but I have a proposal for you I thought best made in person.