"The storied hero of the Red War, the rumored princekiller—working as a mule for the likes of the Drifter," Spider says. "My, my, how the mighty fall. I hope you know everything about your new friend's enemies." There is a pregnant pause. "You… did ask him about all that, didn't you?"

You say nothing as you reach casually to check the position of the heavy weapon slung across your back.

Recognizing the subtle threat, Spider sobers. "Well. Have a look at my wares, then."