"You'll probably lose a lot, anyway. I certainly did." Which seems unfair. Rags is from a world as comparatively backwards as theirs.

Adrian waves on his way around the corner. He will be back with both the wine and some quick scroungings from common rooms, a deck of cards and a chess set. The set doesn't look quite right to him and he has no idea if Trevor even plays, whether it falls into the narrow cavern where the experiences of a noble heir turned wandering disgrace and the pampered prince of an empty castle convene.

Either way, the offer is hopefully clear. He's not going to spring Trevor, but he'll be here as long as he's needed.