[Javert smiles a broad, gummy smile. If Amanda has never been privy to one of Javert's grins, it is just as awful as it sounds, with every single one of his faintly yellowed teeth glinting along with his bloodless gums. It's enough to put the fear of god into friends and enemies alike, frankly.]

I trust you will manage it. You are welcome to apply your own je ne sais quoi to it, your own flavor. I shall not stop you. All the better if you assemble a trusted team and add to our numbers. Simply do this under tight discretion, and don't let on we are working towards a greater attack. Remember that Elias and his ilk believe we are incapable of organization. Let's not correct them to soon.

[And he throws in, for an extra white flag of fellowship,]

Do you want to be appraised when Aunamee is in hand?