"Right, of course," Teren says, pleasantly enough. He didn't take umbrage with her remark, which means he's risen somewhat in her estimation; he may be a scoundrel, but at least he owns it. In that respect at least.

"I wouldn't lose sleep over it," she adds, looking back down at her sewing as she begins to stitch again, "Weisshaupt is a disaster most of us would prefer not to think about, and I won't fault anyone for not being there." It was the worst. "If you like, I can give the lads a heads-up, let them know you're here. Unless you'd rather not give them time to sharpen their swords."