Trouble, a relative term, makes Nikos roll his eyes. The uncanny resemblance to Kostos continues. But then they are moving briskly along toward action, helping, and Nikos' face quickly rearranges into something more-- well, annoyed.

"You're not serious." He looks from Beleth to the wagon--and, then, when Beleth starts to move, steps to counter her path. "If that's your grand plan, then you really are here to ruin my day, and the day of a great many other people who have been waiting on their moment. We had word there was an assassin from the Inquisition sent to meddle with these affairs. I didn't realize it was many assassins. I'll assume that, with the richness of the Inquisition's resources, you know you are treading all over a situation that has already been planned for. And you just don't give a shit."