A crate is provincial Christine. He is a loftier dwarf. (Or Liadan read something like that to him once when they were all bored on a ship and Yngvi got hurled overboard and had to be fished out by Nasir.)

"See, right, thing is," okay let him figure out how to word this good for her. "Right, my understanding of the whole thing is that they're not all the same ages yeah? You've got old Templars and young Templars and lots of in-between Templars all clanking about with brooms and their self-righteousness stuffed up them so, it's not like they don't know what happens. I mean they see each other. No one can be that stupid."

Only he continues on. "Did sell someone water with blue dye in it. Probably did about the same, it was cloth dye, not cake dye. But like, it were up to him."