The man before them was silent for a time, long fingers caressing the wood of the door frame, blindly tracing the whirls of the wood, finding a knot and lingering there.

"I understand what the seeking costs, if that persuades you at all. I have seen it task a man to bones, and bloat another to excess. It is a journey with many casualties, littering the road along its way. That is why I advise against it." He inclined his head slightly. "But I am only a maker, no scholar of renown, and few listen to a peddler as he hawks his wares."