... Suspicious? The sceptical look Wrathion shoots his needlework says he doubts this, but he supposes if Marcos has seen evidence of this he is in no place to judge.

"Well," he says, "I'll take your word for it."

No more sewing visibly where people can suspect he might be under a compulsion. He leans to pick up his scissors, puts them away in a box to try and stop them floating away again.

"Did you bring the box to the inn?"

He won't enlarge on the details, given this is semi-public. He just recalls Marcos had concerns about how secure it was.