I don't... ( Remember. But then, he strains himself another moment, and then another more, and he's binding truths and half truths, and the evidence adds up together. )

I was there. An institute is for scholars. So I was one.

( But he seems hesitant, in the way of a man who builds his certainty off the evidence presented to him, sooner than his own recollections. )

And I had the care of the sea, too. And the bastard seagulls. ( He frowns, midway. ) Why is it you're paying for the care of a man you know nothing about? Who are you?