Athessa steps foward, and Aleksei steps back two steps.

"Everyone has instincts," Aleksei intones, gravitas yet again marred by his choice in false voice. Some bartender in the Marches is unaware he's being made to sound so wise. "Perhaps if your employer is so severe, this is your heart telling you to avoid him."

Solid advice from a man who has not been gainfully employed in his entire life.

"Embrace your freedom!"

A cart plows through the intersection, it's portly attendant scowling at the obstacle they are presenting.