And Nil takes a hit from his inhaler, downs a couple Xanax, and watches "You've Got Mail" for the rest of the evening.

Poor Nil, it takes several weeks before another note, not particularly useful, arrives:

Further enquiries turn up very little. Our esteemed friends our willing to suggest that they imagine that it would not be inappropriate for their agents to be getting the lay of the land in a region where it is assumed they shall shortly be engaging in operations. However, they seem to agree that it would be most inappropriate for even their agents to enter the sacrosanct walls of a covenant undeclared and uninvited.

And the short response will sum up to:

I thank you for your patient endeavors in this regard. If you feel you have not exhausted the attentions of our honored friends, please remind them that I am, in all my capacities, at their utmost disposal so much as my responsibilities to the covenant allow, and would be glad to be apprised of their doings and opinions, the better to have some vague notion of where they're aiming so I know when to duck offer them such advice and direction as might prove useful to our mutual cause.

P.S. send money

They're Cristofereans. I suspect that the use of a particular adjective carries its own coding. Namely, the more laudatory, the more "OH MY FUCKING GOD THEY ARE SCARY" the implication.