“He glanced down at the map on the table, and his voice was void of anything- any emotion, any anger or amusement- as he said, 'What is that?'

I snatched up my map. 'I thought I should learn my surroundings.'

Drip, drip, drip.

I opened my mouth to point out his hand again, but he said, 'You can't write, can you.'

I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say. Ignorant, insignificant human.

'No wonder you become so adept at other things.'

I supposed he was so far gone in thinking about his encounter with the Bogge that he hadn't realised the compliment he'd given me. If it was a compliment.”