"I ain't dead," he said mildly as he glanced into the room as if looking to see if they were going to be spied upon. In his hand was a bundle, wrapped in sackcloth, that was as long as his arm. It was held so that it stood against the back of the arm and thus not the most obvious thing upon looking at him, though hardly hidden at the same time. The delivery made him feel agitated.

"You mentioned you had something for me. From Treun."