Perhaps if he were better able to handle himself in a fight, fate would have meted out a different end for him in Aslevjal.

"Yes," the Fool replies just as mildly--and he may be a Fool, but he is not fooled for a moment by Fitz's tone, "and I may surmise what 'action' you would take. No, Fitz--we don't know yet what any consequences of your actions in this world might be, especially if you take them on my behalf."

He plucks the napkin from Fitz's grasp and uses it to mop up the rest of the tea from his own hands, then returns to the windowsill to clean up the remnants there. "I've made a friend here," he announces, unsure of why he feels so reticent to bring Devin up. "Devin Parker. He is looking into the matter for me."