She saw Eli coming towards her like a man on a mission. She stopped and waited. "You already know, huh? Well, come along, then," she laughed. "Its liable to be a rather dismal trip there in this weather anyway. You do know that you're not really dressed for a travel in the rain, but let's go. I'm not sure this can wait." She handed him the parchment that had raised her concern.
On the miserably wet boat trip to the unplottable prison, she explained to him her concern and that she had left specific orders that since he was stil awaiting trial, Roland was not the typical prisoner. He needed and deserved to be treated reasonably well. She wasn't sure why Roland wasn't well, but she wanted that to be remedied. Roland's reputation did preceed him in many ways, but she wanted him given every chance.
When the boat docked, she shouldered her tan leather messenger bag and picked up her umbrella. They made their way up the dismally gray rocky path up to the prism shaped prison that rose up out of the rock itself with its towering forboding presence. She ignored that it did rather creep her just a bit and bolstered her confidence and walked in as if she owned it.
There were, of course, no questions about her or Eli's presence. They took her to the one room that she had prepared years ago for visitations. It was drastically more comfortable than any other room on the island. Panelled walls, a fireplace, oak and leather furniture. She flicked her wand at the hearth and caused a fire in the fireplace and brewed tea. There was no need to be uncivilized about this. If he were illtreated, treating him better would be a start.
When she had the room prepared, she looked at Eli and nodded. It was time. She sent for Roland.