"They were a bunch of cowards, getting everyone else to do their dirty work for them." He sneers, remembering how the Nysgods in Gebo merrily did their monotonous tasks and then fell to pieces when they were attacked.

"Well, I've packed. There is nothing left to do but tell my crew that we'll be off." He moves towards the door, but pauses with his hand on the bolt.

"Is there anything else you wish to tell me before we no longer have privacy?"