Eleven wandered closer, head tilting. Archeval rarely sounded anything but utterly sure of himself.

"No," he admitted with a small smile. "Though I'm glad to hear it."

He took the seat opposite Archeval with a quiet sigh. "I don't mean to bother you for long, but I received another forging request this evening." He stifled a yawn; sitting down probably hadn't been his best idea. "A man named Slick said you referred him to me."