That she's no longer responding personally to my attempts to— [Another sigh. He's full of them tonight.] I have a feeling I'm just as banned, now.

[Anyway, if you're sticking around like a splinter under his nail:]

Amongst other things. [The veranda is quiet. He's so far withdrawn (and the noise from inside so loud) he doubts even the most capable of spies would have no way of overhearing him here.] The situation in Wycome is a touch more messy than I'd anticipated. And I'll be honest, pretending to be of Tevene origin isn't as fun as one might expect.

By which I mean not at all.

[But who's he going to huff about this to. Fenris? The man would be furious if he knew.]