[He scrunches his brow in thought. His handler gives him a hard poke in the back. He turns around, standing imposingly as the much smaller town crier shrinks back for a moment. Aymeric turns back to her, hands on his hips.]

As much as I would be loathe to ruin my standing with Mistress, I have the feeling that I have little to lose. Aside from my salary.

[He seems to contemplate this for a moment.] I will sleep on it, and I can't leave Estinien to his own devices. Then again, full sure am I that he would leave as well with only the slightest provocation.