Fair enough. But Regan wasn’t about to lay Logan bare to someone she just met. She liked Rosamere well enough, but for all intents and purposes, they were still very much strangers. More to the point, she wasn’t exactly sure just how open she was allowed to be. Regan wasn’t a political mind: she was someone who followed orders. And it was occurring to her now that Logan’s orders had been unclear - at best. Still, she was going to bluff her way through it.

“I brought a Delaney with me as representation: that should tell you something. But for the same reasons you cited, that’s all I’m going to offer you right now. As for the second piece…” Regan leaned back in her chair, “What my people can offer is knowledge and access - two things that are worth more than all the gold you can throw. But there’s strength in numbers, and we need to know just what kind of numbers are out there.” Regan scrunched up her brow, thinking.

“I arranged this meeting with Rosamere to determine whether you are serious people or if these are all talk and no substance. I’m not at liberty to solidify any sort of plan with you today. There are bigger people at play here than me, which should give you some sort of comfort,” Regan smirked, amused by her own half-joke, “But my suggestion is this: I arrange a meeting with you and someone with more…authority in all this. I’m a footsoldier, and if you’re fixing to be some sort of powerful figure once this is all said and done, then you should meet with one.”

She crossed her arms. Regan thought that was reasonable enough. After all, did Conall Morrigan really want to be making deals with commoner scum like her?

Regan felt her chest swell a little with pride at Conall’s words. She wanted to be important - not to Conall, but to Logan. After all, that’s who this was all about really. It wasn’t about her opinions on the king - in truth, she had few - or a genuine desire to see a new order in Nevermere. Logan had given direction, and she had followed. That’s the way it had always been, and, as far as she was concerned, the way it always would be. She nodded efficiently to indicate it would be done, before standing and holding out her hand for Conall to shake.

“I look forward to working with you, Lord Morrigan.” Regan had forgotten entirely about dinner. Her mind was already spinning with a dozen other thoughts. If Conall shook her hand, she’d look to Grant and make to leave.