Is it living without a little risk. Reyes’ own grin widened at those particular words. The smuggler/spy was a curious mix of both meticulous and devil-may-care, and that was a chord that he thought he recognised in this teenager, too. “Truer words never spoken, my friend,” he said, and then with a faux salute-turned-wave, left the inn and grudgingly went back out into the cold.

He was lost, adrift, not settled in yet, but still gathering as much information as he could, testing the waters with as many people as he could. They were parting ways amicably and knowing a little more now than they did before, and that, both parties could consider a win.