Olaf nodded wearily at Elise's question.<em>"Aye, o' carse.  See if I can't find some paper.  Know I git me some charcoal 'round here."</em><br/><br/>He glanced back at Kyet with a rather pitiful smile on his lips.<em>"'fraid I wouldn't be o' much help thar.  Was in the cups all through them months.  Y'might ask the Lord Mayor 'r one o' his men, up at the top o' the hill.  Yer new here, so ye know they make a record o' folks goin' in 'r out.  Always keepin' track so they fleece 'em with taxes.  Bah!"</em>