Sasin smirked as Gemmy spoke. "He'll be dead faster if he messes with certain people." His tone of voice implied that certain people were standing in front of them. "A fish fan? Of sorts. It depends, of course. I come from the desert, so there aren't many fish there." He didn't usually eat fish, but he heard Charoda were very nice, expecially the fresh ones.
Sasin stiffled a groan as they approached the fire. He didn't know how the people here stood it. He made a show of listening to what Diem said, but his attention was only partially on him. Sasin kept an eye on the crowd, searching for someone who looked like they could use his sevices. His attention snapped back to Diem as he gestured to a log. A moment of confusion, then he understood, and quickly sat down. He continued looking around discreetly. Perhaps that man, nonono. He didn't seem the type. Maybe...No, he could deal with his own troubles. Definitely not that one. Ugh.
Finding no one, Sasin sighed softly, and gazed up. Which was how he saw the Charoda. In the tree. That sparked a memory inside of him, of a Charoda healer. Oh gods, please let it not be her. And........it was her. "You again? Are you following me?"