Artemis had quickly cooled off, reason taking the place of anger. He put the papers he had collected on a table and picked up the book he had brought home with him.

"Here," he said, pushing it into the woman's hands. "That's what you came for. Copies of my research into the objects we call Relics. There are no names in there, I research what they are, not who uses them." He briefly toyed with the idea of going with them, the rescorces at their disposal was quite the carrot to dangle, but ultimately decided against it. "As for your offer, I'm afraid I have to decline at the moment. Perhaps if you came back after the coronation I'll have had some time to consider it. And maybe without your full contingent."