- No, there was nothing of mine there. Nothing personal, that is... I think we can ask the locals for something, but I don't know who to ask. And it wouldn't be good if I lost it.
- Take an example from me. - Grifa chimed in. - I never lose anything!
Having finished his meal, the young man turned to Grifa.
- Listen, maybe you should go to the lacqueys and ask them? At least for some kind of protection, - the young man suggested, scratching his head under his cap. - You have more acquaintances there, and you're better at talking than I am; they'll listen to you. And we'll ask around somewhere else or think about what to do next.