The confirmation banished the worry in his stomach. Good, he knew what Essek had done, just like he knew about the existence of Caleb; that would alleviate many questions and explanations. If he told Verin that he had married Caleb, he probably wouldn’t even be surprised.

“I told you not to listen to Jester’s stories; Caleb is very clean now.”

And it wasn’t the amount of space, but everything else that came in that room. Verin would have to meet Mollymauk at some point, but…perhaps he could ease him into it. Explain in bits and pieces over time. Make it digestible over time, like brussel sprouts.

“They do not accept gold here, and my name doesn’t hold the weight it does at home. You’ll learn. It’s quite terrible, if I’m honest.”