"I wasn't..." It hadn't even been a real apology, just polite words that were his default with informative strangers. Wrestling a real apology from him took effort.

"Anyway, why did you approach me? Surely I do not look like I can pay you for your information. I'm not even sure I will have my room next month." He doubted Nadril had a booming tourism industry, and he suspected smuggling would fare better here, but markets were where a hustler could ply his trade anyway.