[Though Andersen doesn't have his Human Observation in this world, his eye is still well-trained to pick up little details. What Caren orders in the merriment (tea, no alcohol), the comb (which makes him a little happy) and he comes to his own conclusions about how she feels regarding Dorchacht. And who can blame her? He saw the way the diplomats were questioned. Tensions like that can't be easily erased.

But she's comfortable enough to chat, so Andersen will chat with her. It's what he lives and breathes for - a fun conversation - and what he came looking for in this city.]

Kings of old used to offer housing for talented artists. Were I a king, I'd do just that. Art is about differences, Caren! Each pair of eyes wields a different palette. Yes, yes, I can find storytellers with the refugees, but I want to sample all echelons of Dorchacht until I burst.