"It's been a while since I've run into a monk," Asleif says, your title slipping from her lips as if it pains her to say as she circles you.

The last time she saw a monk, they went running for the hills the moment they saw her. You didn't, though, and that makes her curious, if not a bit annoyed.

It was a stupid idea to leave your room at the inn, Asleif has been watching you in the saloon all night.

She leans close. “What are you doing all the way out here?”