[Liem’s contact in communion is deliberate, but polite; a firm knock upon a door, and then the patient presence of a silhouette behind frosted glass. When she accepts the connection, his message is equally businesslike.]

Lady Sahelian, I hope this isn’t a bad time. I know you are a busy woman.

[At the very least, he’s aware of her part in Set’s little project.]

I have been given a task from the Heiropoios, could use some assistance. The task involves making certain deliveries, and in particular, it should be done discreetly.

[When the recipients of these deliveries might have unnatural perceptive abilities at their disposal, he doesn’t want to rely on just tossing on a fake moustache and dropping the items off.]