"Not enough events," thought Lester about the squire's reply, seeing Ambrose off. "Either you're completely daydreaming, or... what?"
"Is this for real? Then she's flirting with you, and you're a player. That usually doesn't happen! Show me your triumph when you get the chance," Vargas mused, surveying the city from the hill that the palace location kindly offered, and recalling a couple of informants he knew who had long been firmly in his pocket. "I have one... acquaintance. Knows a lot of things, and loves to share them with or without reason. And he absolutely loves hanging out in the sauna. Let's go there, what if he's on the spot? And if not, at least we'll improve our health, even if it's already elephantine-heroic."