There's something very endearing about the mental image of a drow knitting peacefully by the fire. Barcus smiles at him, both amused and touched. "I've no skill with textiles, unfortunately. I did mean to ask you, though. There was a network post a few days ago and I overheard you offering to teach lock-picking and disarming of traps?"

"I feel as though I'm unlikely to develop powerful battle skills any time soon, most of my value in quests is as a scout, if not completely behind the scenes. I've built locks and traps, but learning to disarm them would be wise of me."