That... was not the reaction Autor was expecting. Oh, now that's interesting. Does he see me as a threat to her? The jigsaw pieces of the woman snap into place: mussed hair. Flushed cheeks. Important to Rabastan.

Elea, he thinks, and has to smother a laugh. Of course.

Autor keeps Rabastan in the corner of his eye as he inspects the carpet. "Why are you charging six thousand more silver for this one when I saw a similar one in the front room? What makes this one different?" he asks curiously.