He inclines his head, and moves; it's only a moment or two more before they descend the long stairs leading from Lowtown to the docks.
It's somewhere in the middle of the stairs that he ventures, tentative:
"Not Lady Pentaghast."
That's bothering him, a little; were it merely about monitoring the Right Hand, the merchant would have said Seeker. Which means it's about... well.
Cullen is thoroughly common, in every sense of the word. He hasn't spent any time around the nobility -- excepting, he supposes, the handful of times he actually met Viscount Dumar, and that doesn't count. Or shouldn't.
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It's somewhere in the middle of the stairs that he ventures, tentative:
"Not Lady Pentaghast."
That's bothering him, a little; were it merely about monitoring the Right Hand, the merchant would have said Seeker. Which means it's about... well.
Cullen is thoroughly common, in every sense of the word. He hasn't spent any time around the nobility -- excepting, he supposes, the handful of times he actually met Viscount Dumar, and that doesn't count. Or shouldn't.