The woman, the Lady Verreaux, was deeply embroiled in conversation should Niall happen upon her.
The letters had been sent, though there was little word of their success. The halfbreed had turned her down - and perhaps that was not such a bad outcome, given his tendency to do harm to young women in the middle of the Dagger's lawn. Magic whisperings aside, it was bad form.
Egris did not know any of those you might answer her polite summons, so should Niall slip inside, her eyes would lift as they did to regard anyone who entered. They would return, soon enough to the dwarf sitting at her side.
The grizzled man growled something about patrols and his Lady nodded absently while moving a pawn on her chess board. The dwarf barely paid it any mind at all, so it was unlikely that he was her opponent. The chair opposite her was empty.