Sarah and Ptolemy can take care of themselves. Unless, of course, they can't.

The person I'm speaking of is pretty much wholly alone, and I'm fairly certain he's deeply loathed by a few members of your organisation.

Actually, it's rather possible that I'm the only person right now who gives two knuts if he lives or dies, which means I should probably tell you who it is.

It's Seamus Finnigan.