Who can look into it discreetly?

I think we should ask Danyssa to track your book down. The ring sat on his finger, sullen. It hadn’t spoken to Arthur since the bank. Arthur growled frustrated. Why don’t you tell me some more about it? What’s it look like? What are some of the things it can do? If we want to keep a lookout for who has it, what could they accomplish with it? More sullenness. Fine just sulk then!

It felt strange to try to have a conversation in his head with someone who wouldn’t talk back.

He walked back into the lobby of his building. The half tabaxi secretary barely acknowledged him as he flashed his badge to a guard and rode the elevator up to Danyssa’s office high, high up above the sub basement where his domain lay.

Arriving onto Danyssa’s floor he was reminded just how much nicer the senior executives offices were compared to his little shoe box down stairs. He walked past rows of offices each with their little secretary alcoves barring the entrance like lone knights each guarding their master’s halls.

He stopped in front of Danyssa’s office, and pushed through the door.