"I haven't the faintest idea what you could be referring to," he says frostily. His gaze is inexplicably dragged back to the congregation of spirits and their storyteller. "Rhea'li has his own life to live and doesn't need my shadow clinging to him. Azem will only be here until this place has no further use for us. And as for the rest-- What use is forming friendships here and now when I'm a dead man walking?"