Alcohol was a balm that either was going to take his mind off everything, or given recent trends, land him in more troubles than he already had. He still drank, listening to Archeval and thinking over the possibilities.

"With some means of proper privacy, I wouldn't be entirely surprised, but to what degree does she trust us? To whatever degree she felt necessary to warn me, and through me anyone I spoke to, that this man I trust was gone for six years."

As a man who had been gone for sixteen, he finds it a touch darkly amusing to have been given that message.

"She may be receptive to any message likewise delivered with another gift, or some kind of silence warding... a talisman set to encompass a room, perhaps."