"Information, yes, among other things." Mortimer frowns, leaving the beverage cart to sit in one of his worn but comfortable armchairs. "You were there in Fortune's space, along with that retinue of others - three of Moon's, one of Priestess', one of Empress', one of Emperor's, two of mine. I am rather proud of you and Malik taking initiative as you did."

The ice ball shifts in his glass as he contemplates his drink, before he adds, "You saw part of our conversation, it seems, just after the outcomes were decided. Surely you have some guesses as to my motives."