Nevin stared at the two for a few moments, his side aching, as he pondered what Raevin had said - and what Stare had tried to cover up. He already knew who, or perhaps at this point more properly what, her Master was, he considered people his possessions, go do with as he pleased. "I... Thank you for the warning, Sir Captain. And for the offer."

And truthfully, the idea of an escort, of traveling in guaranteed safety, and with Stare, to Raeriea, was tempting. But... "Unfortunately our temporary, unpleasant, hosts let slip something that I need to look into here in Corone." Nevin pushed himself to his feet, wincing as his cracked ribs protested the motion.he walked over to the window and opened it, letting Aphrael into the room. She settled onto his shoulder, thrilling softly, faint flute notes that filled the room as she stroked and presented his hair. Some of the tension in Nevin's form drained out as he reached uo and petted the bird's head. He seemed to reach a decision and looked over to the two of them.

"This rather unfortunate event has shown me that I can't keep relying on only my Alchemy and my magic. Do either of you know someone who can train me to fight? Preferably," he added with a twist to his lips, "someone who isn't beholden to your... Shall we say patron?"