"You have eyes and ears in the councils of the O’Briens?" she said, astonished. Jenna paid Magellan well, but he was going to deserve a bonus for this. If he’d somehow managed to worm his way into the secrets of the elves of Ti'r na nOg, he was a priceless resource to her. The elves of that faraway country held most of their Tir Taimgire fellows in contempt, and it was almost impossible to learn anything of what they were up to. Unless one was Ehran the Scribe, of course. But he wasn’t about to circulate whatever he knew to the other Princes of the Tir Taimgire High Council. Especially not to her.