"Uh-huh,"

Lazar says, still running the numbers on whether Riftwatch has taken up a sudden interest in criminal justice. There are some completely baseless accusations that he needs to take care of, if so -

(There's coin under the loose floorboard, a change of clothes, some letters. He could be gone in under an hour.)

"You a mage?"

Sounds like an awful polite imprisonment. Gotta be a mage thing, they never stop fussing for that shite.