"Well, no one else is in the building," Amberdrake gestured at all the seating in the room, which ran down both sides. "And I know before anyone walks through the front door. Pick a spot? It's no trouble, we'd already planned to meet up soon, hadn't we?"

For silver, granted.

"I see the splints are still holding up," he didn't need the Gift to know that, with his level of anatomical knowledge, and his study of posture and body language. Drake had no doubt the priest was still in some level of pain, from the bruising at the very least, but he seemed intact. "You'd be surprised how many people ignore my warnings about their bones and re-break everything half a candle-mark after they're out of my sight."