"Uh-huh," Yeah, he knows that look. Long as it's not his sheets. "It's Lazar."

A hand through the week's beard, as he watches Talin watch the bed. Got an ear for language. Sat his ass in Val Royeaux the better part of these past few years. Knows the Orlesian cities and countryside well enough to know what don't come quite standard.

"Where'd you say you were from?"