"... Maybe a dagger," Autor agrees, seriously considering that. Then he bows to Sherral. "Your middling faith is too much. But I appreciate it all the same."

The boy straightens. "I think I'll see Yugri. Something magical might be a good souvenier."

That said, the boy wanders over to the woman, raising a hand in greeting. "Hello! I am Autor, a scholar. Might I ask you a few questions?"