[ That would be an unmitigated disaster, Derrica doesn't say.

But she thinks it. Feels a rush of exhaustion at even the possibility, which manifests in a quiet sigh. ]

I'm hoping we give off the impression of being uninteresting. Or if not that, then harmless.

[ Harmless in their eccentricity, that had been the hope. But even with certain people packed off to Kirkwall and preparations underway, Derrica is still aware of all the potential objections left lingering. ]

How would you describe our mission? If you were asked?