The letter, the event, that is no longer the crux of this conversation. John takes a moment, considering his own assessments of the pair.

"Thranduil is a Rifter and an elf, and his interests follow as you might imagine. The stakes are high for him, considering the Chantry's viewpoints on Rifters, so he seeks to avoid damaging our relations with them. But he can be swayed, if an appeal is made correctly."

If.

"And as for Yseult," a pause, a shrug, John's hands spreading slightly over the tabletop. "She is a cautious woman. I believe her goals are not contradictory to our own, but she is unwilling to take risks, and less willing to hear argument when she has made up her mind as to an outcome."

A slight smile eases across John's face, as he raps one knuckle lightly against the table.

"I'll admit, I'm interested to see you in a room with them."