"Jer." Sam sounds pleasantly amused. "If she's behind the times on something like this--"

A quick wave of his hand takes in the room, the sorcerers, and the watching zhirelin.

"--it's no surprise she's not been keeping up with internal memoranda."

A beat.

"George Wendt. My colleague's Jerry Karlin; we're in from the Cleveland office for a meeting with Greg Matheson."

He doesn't introduce Mel immediately, but his glance goes from Emma to her and back again.

"I'm sure you can guess the reason for our interest in local events."