The voice doesn't say anything further. There's the perspective shift again, and the cheese and coffee tables return.

Presumably they'll tell Sadde if there's anything he ought to do or see before the next meeting?

The meeting's coming up soon, so not a whole lot of time for new information to surface, but presumably. And he has been told he's welcome to show up if there's anything he wants to tell them. 

No, not particularly.

Then the remaining days slip by pretty uneventfully, considering.

And she's at the meeting when it happens.

There's the Lord's representative...some local practitioners...a lot of Others, but proportionately fewer than at Jacob's Bell. And one person who could very easily be a certain severe-looking old woman in a few decades.

She could, couldn't she.

Sadde will wait until after the meeting to approach her.

Sensible. Most of the meeting is fairly uninteresting. More disputes with actual content that might affect the larger community than blatantly pointless competition like Jacob's Bell; it's got that going for it. Toward the end the priestess in charge makes the announcement that they'll be rolling out a money analogue. She goes through all the disclaimers: precision is impossible, spending it doesn't imply that the Lord endorses the trade but it will be honored anyway, don't even try counterfeiting, trading or accepting it does not constitute agreement to anything other than that trade. Since it does have to be coined at the Lord's expense, the supply will start out in the hands of the priesthood. They'll be looking for chances to accept favors from anyone willing to accept payment in this form of transferrable debt.

Some of the Others are more confused than anything else at the idea of magic money. Some Others and more practitioners see the point. Athol Behaim is downright gleeful at the idea of "redeemable for power in a vessel of your choice."

There's no mention of what specific other agreement the money's users aren't agreeing to. A lower-ranking priest near Sadde whispers that it's because money is groundbreaking enough, and they can't really fail to notice the inscriptions once it's minted.

She's quite alright, and she shares the glee. It is a very gleeful event. She'll have to visit Montreal once she returns to her time.

Now, Rose?

Rose is thinking through the implications. Mostly she's seeing potential huge benefits to the Lord, if he decides to gamble on fractional reserve banking, alongside maybe some convenience for everyone else.

When she's isolated enough from the group, Sadde walks up to her. "Hello."

"Hello. Are you new here?"

"In a manner of speaking. Aren't you? I don't remember seeing you here last time."

"I'm not always here. Glad I came to this one, though; that last announcement sounds they want it to get big."

"Yeah, sounds that way. Anyhow, I think we have a common acquaintance."

"Oh? Glad to hear it; I don't know a whole lot of the people here. Who?"

She lowers her voice a bit. "A lady named Rose."

"I don't think I know any others...

I'm Roselyn, by the way, should have said earlier. Roselyn Deshiboux. Have we met before?"

She cracks a smile. "That depends on what you mean by 'before.' I'm Sam. I would like to talk in private, if possible?"

"Definitely. There are private spaces in here, something about providing a neutral forum; they'll work just as well for this." She leads the way to a room that she says the priests say is safe to talk in.

And once there: "Are you Rose Thorburn?"

"I told you my name."

...Sam did ask to talk privately. And telling the authorities about the suspicion would be just as bad as saying it definitively.

"Yes."

"Did you try to pin a diabolism incident on me? Or, at least, someone else who happened to be me?"

"No. I can say more, but I'd like to ask what you plan to do with the information."