"Planning. Hunting. Building." He regards the guests he had brought along with a casual wave of his arm. "Gifts for the Lord Paramount. One of them, the young man with the blue eyes... amazing talent with numbers. One of two secrets he's desperate to keep. The rest have the usual assortment of dirty laundry, or naked ambition, to make them useful.

There's been other endeavors, but the room is too mixed for me to talk about them here."