The Traditional Greater Good

The dots now connected quickly for Marcus. He was still reading dossiers of people who might be interested, however remotely, in Khaat. He hadn't quite gotten to as many as he wanted to. Still, he knew he Du Hunt name, even if he hadn't had time to place a face to it.

He had no issue with either mercenaries or assassins. He had had his own share of intelligence work under his belt, and sometimes mercenaries and assassins turned out to be valuable allies--when the arrangements were right. It was not uncomfortable ground.

"Well," he smiled, "at least I know what language we're speaking now."

Du Hunt was a Death Eater--one with enough power to ask for such a meeting. And it made a great deal more sense, considering that he had run into her in D'eath's shop.

The Death Eaters wanted to talk about the marriage law. That made sense to Marcus. It also made sense that they would not necessarily trust that, even though Elijah Krum was a Death Eater, his judgment might not be trusted under the circumstances.

Truth be told, Khaat hated the law, and her own situation kept her from being able to do much about it on her own. Marcus could see that there might well be opportunity for some cooperation between unlikely parties.

"Alright. I'll see what I can do," Marcus said. "That is, presuming I can be assured of my client's safety. I will talk to her, and if she is agreeable, I will find a location for a meeting. Is an owl acceptable notification?"

Katrina-Carlotta smiled back at the man. He'd recognized her name, and hadn't even blinked. The man was clearly intelligent and well informed, the Lupins clearly knew what they were doing upon hiring him. He'd probably connected her to the Death Eaters too, realizing that at that moment she was little more than a glorified spokesperson for the group.

"My thanks," the woman stated with a little tilt of her head. "I can assure you that I have no wish nor reason to harm your client," Katrina-Carlotta said evenly, "besides, it would be terribly counterproductive of me."

Standing up straighter, the woman allowed a her grin to turn a little more devilish. "An owl will be fine, as long as you don't expect it to reach me in less than a day. Certain precautions, I'm sure you understand," she informed Marcus. Any letter addressed to her was automatically rerouted to a flat in Essex. It wouldn't do for someone to follow an owl directly to her location, after all.

"It was a pleasure Mr. Belby, I do hope to see you soon," Katrina-Carlotta grinned, positive that she'd be meeting with Khaat soon enough. With one last nod of her head, the witch turned to leave. Perhaps she'd stop by Marie's for a drink. She rather needed it, being polite was tiring.

Glancing in the direction she knew Lorcan was seated as she left, the European couldn't help but wonder if he'd been listening. She really wouldn't put it past him.