Her mouth thins at the mention of causing trouble, but she doesn't comment. Sylvia glances over at the second guard, who holds out his mobile phone, not for Lancelot to take but to show him the screen. On it there's a map, zoomed in on an area of the city.

"The fae was last seen here, less than an hour ago," she explains. "There are already rumours flying around that this is part of Norrell's purge, that you have been killing innocent people. If we don't put a stop to it, I'm afraid this will cause you far more trouble than me. Go now. Kill your impersonator and clear your name. We'll deal with the rest."