“Alright,” she said, looking around, trying to find something to distract herself or otherwise detract from the awkward lull in the conversation. She knew what was bothering him. He hadn’t talked about it since leaving Firthengart, but it was the real reason why he had blown up in King Goldtooth’s face. He had lost a friend there. They all had. She eventually turned to a shelf and picked out a book at random, pretending to flick through it.