As Kamon related his story to Saliiar, the Dragh grew quiet and solemn, for once allowing him to speak without even an attempt to interrupt. Kamon finished speaking, and Sal nodded slowly, sitting back in his seat. “I have encountered the handiwork of these assailants firsthand,” he began speaking. “They killed a man here not a fortnight past, a Teryn named Rylan. He was a good man, and a kind man. One of the first people to treat me well when I arrived here with little but the clothing on my back.” His eyes fell to the table in quiet respect as his spoke. “It happened in the middle of daylight. I was helping a man with a broken arm, much like yourself, and I heard a cry from behind this very building, so I went to find the problem. There he was, laying there in his own blood, his throat cut from ear to ear. I tried to heal him, of course, but it was too late.”<br/><br/>Saliiar fell silent for a moment, then looked up at Jas, who was standing silently nearby, and a shocked expression suddenly crossed his face. “Oh, where are my manners, to leave you standing while I sit!” He stood, beckoning Jas toward the seat as he walked across the room towards another chair. “Here, sit here, I will fetch another chair for myself,” he said as he took the wooden seat in his hands and slid it over to the table. Once there he sat down once more, this time positioned between the two strangers at the table. “Now, as for my payment...”