"And, of course, this requires us to run the assumption that we're on an island. Which, from everything I've read, we can't fully justify saying. But there is the lake, and the boats are useful on the river and for getting to the lake to fish."

Though abandoning paranoid thoughts might not be the best idea right now. Just because you're paranoid didn't mean people weren't out to get you. And from all Nida had read so far in the records in the inn, there was a good chance something or someone was out for them. Not that he could be sure. Not enough time to gather intel.

"Nida," he offered right back when a name was given. He smiled and then tilted his head up the road to let the guy know he was going to start moving again, so catch up. Getting a few paces ahead also had the added advantage of getting his back to Desmond. Most people, even if only unconsciously, felt a bit better when you were willing to turn your back on them. There was an implication of trust in that sort of action. And the idea of doing it right now made every trained reflex and instinct cringe, because you weren't supposed to do that.

Paranoia was not a neighborly thing. Or so Nida has to remind himself. It's at least true in polite society.

"It's a bit further up. Still on this side of the river from what I understand. Could be wrong. Haven't been there myself yet."