Ken looked at the Bauriar. "My dear, if you're half as good at swordplay, or stickplay as it were, as you are with wordplay, I look forward to your company. Have you any aversion to a rider? My poor feet do get so tired, treading on the cobbles." He smiles still, ever that vulpine smile. "Either way, we should be out, speaking with the community, following up leads, doing detective-style work. No?"