"Yes, I try to keep the records in very good order for his perusal whenever he comes by."

"Are you expecting him soon?"  That's proooobably not too close to politics?

"Not within the next month but it could be the one after that, or later. If he is still operating. I haven't received any information to the effect that he is not, but it's possible such a letter could be lost or deemed to create poor incentives."

"I certainly expect it should, if he's not-" shit fuck this is politics after all- 

"...do you much receive mail here?"  she manages inelegantly.

"Yes, It's not very reliable but I correspond with many people anyway."

"I suppose- do the night patrols also carry mail?  It must go nearly consistently at a walking pace then, shouldn't much lose time with the sorting by comparison."

"Night patrols carry mail, but the sorting is often done - indifferently, for anything that isn't marked high priority and sometimes even for things that are."

Small sideways smile.  "If I may say, Fifteen appeared less organized well than here.  Is it often thus?"

"...I haven't spent much time at Fifteen. I am known to trade personnel very aggressively to make sure everyone here can work well together."

Nodnod.  "I did not earlier know how much to appreciate it.  -no one there wished to trade spells, I was very surprised."  It's probably petty of her but she's still cranky about it.

"They figure you'll rip them off unless you happen to have exactly what they've been secretly coveting for years and you let them rip you off," shrugs Grec.

Frustrated sigh.  "One might think being chosen of Nethys should say I more highly value a trade... it seems I owe you more than I knew."

"They've most of them never met a cleric of Nethys before, you're not the most common sort of adventuring cleric at the Wound."

"It's not a complex teachi- ...ah.  And there are of course none in Cheliax itself."  Or none that would admit to being so, or stick around a moment longer than they had to.  "And if I merely say as much I may be lying... would it perhaps help to be unseen trading, so as to risk less one's reputation?"  Thaaaaat was probably too blunt whoops.

"...nah, I don't think that would be a great idea. They'd still have to be unaccounted for, see? And then you'd be alone with them."

She scowls and grumbles something in Osiriani under her breath.  "And I expect there are no fortunate deaf chaperones."

"No, those'd get mustered out if they weren't worth fixing."

Another frustrated sigh.  She pokes a piece of mushroom around her bowl for a bit. 

"...any thing which should help?  If another wizard were in the squad?  Very pointed sermons?"

"Should help, what, them wanting to trade you? - well, fixing the ink shortage'd help, but I don't think you're likely to get a lot of sermon uptake, they're all still expecting Asmodeus to poke out from 'round a corner."

Nod.  "And to convince them I'm not trying to cheat them, in specific."  Right, most people want to do stuff with spells, not just know them.  "I expect it's as well, I'd be likely terrible at sermons."

"D'you read Lawful?" he asks.

Shrug. 

"...oh, actually I might read by now?  I know not if wizard and cleric circles are additive."

"Well, if you ever read Lawful you can announce that, along with whatever - commitment you want to include."

She hums thoughtfully.  "Perhaps as I hit third- I expect it unlikely to be worth trying before then, I did leave my father's house and dress as a man in public."  Along with an assortment of other less legal actions she's not going to enumerate at a dinner table. 

Raised eyebrows all around the table.