Harrowheart listens patiently as Viatorus stammers his way through his words. It ought to catch his attention, but Viatorus has a way of getting caught up in the relatively ordinary. He starts to say something – to make a joke judging by his slight grin – but Runa returns and he decides whatever he was going to say isn't fit for a conversation with a lady around. He smiles gratefully when she pours the drinks and inclines his head respectfully.

"So, Runa!" he says, leaving Viatorus and his memories of consultations gone wrong in the past. "What sorta magic do you do? And who's your god or goddess? That ain't rude to ask, right?"