Telsen didn't trust a stranger not to lie, that would be foolish. He didn't think that Tannusen was lying right not, at least not about some things. It would be Telsen's luck to run into the guy that lives with the should-be-dead Firstborn. Of course.

He sipped at his drink. He wasn't even buzzed for this ordeal.

"No, no. That's not a concern. Just- He's very, uh, very good. I'm not. He could kill me." He started to pick at a fresh scab on the back of his hand, near one of the butterflies. "Don't, please, don't tell him you met me. Please."