The ferryman is safe, Byerly knows, but far be it for him to discourage paranoia in a young fellow like this. Even just the fact that the lad seems to trust him indicates that he needs to have a bit more wariness drummed into him. Perhaps he'll be able to learn from Artemaeus - and, hah, won't that be a surprise for him, seeing what his old friend has become in the past few years.

"Well, perhaps I'll get bored some evening soon," he says, easily.

The dock is coming into view, now. They'll be arriving in just a few moments. And so Byerly draws himself up into a more proper sitting position and gives a bit more useful information. "This likely won't surprise you, but Tevinters often aren't trusted too deeply at Riftwatch - but you're going to be better off here than in Kirkwall proper. We can put you up and feed you for as long as you want to sniff around for clues, and when you're ready to go, we'll replace that coin-purse of yours. How's that sound?"