...yeah, you thought right. [Which means, inevitably, there is going to involve a bit of sneaking. Where there's sneaking, there's invariably danger, though of what variety, he's not sure yet.] The details on the when and how are a little fuzzy just yet, and I need to get clearance to go from Beleth but, [he shrugs, takes a drag off the cigarette, and breathes it out again]. Yngvi wouldn't ask for help if he didn't need it.

[Another lingering pause, and then a small sigh.] I wish I could be here to see you when you finally get home. I'm sorry.