[Gratefulness is nothing he expresses, short-lived but genuine. Easier to pick up on complaining, in that same low tone--]

This city, is what's happened. A nest. Bullshit. And Inquisition work by way of one Antoninus Forlan. Destabilization of his faction. [By way of assassination, natch, but that's not the sort of thing you go talking about.] And his hand needs that ring, to make him identifiable, when he is, eventually, discovered.

And it fell off his hand. Into a fountain.