Someone's got to get fat off the geese, sleep cosy and well-rested by the down.

[Those same people are involved and Yngvi's face is free of tattoos so he's got it better than some as he makes an attempt at the name. His Nevarran is better than his Tevene but worse than his Orlesian. It only matters what he can understand.] Van Markhams like this one, wonder if someone relegated it down here to not offend the Pentaghast Seeker.

[Not that he cares but the most frantic deflections a dwarf half-drunk can muster at the moment as he sniffs it. Disappointingly lacking in incense. One day. One day he'll slip a special brew in there.]

Going to get that in print. Signed. Counter-signed. Carried on me at all times so that people know a Templar of good standing said a good word about me.