The response stirs Tenn’s concern, but he’s careful to keep his expression neutral. In his experience, the ones who don’t want to be hurt are liabilities. He follows the lead into a more conversational tone, remaining alert.

"No. I was asked to survey a building that my guild is considering for a new school." My guild. Still sounds a bit odd to say, since it's the first he's been affiliated with such a group. But the community has been pleasant, and Tenn is eager to help them as much as they've assisted him.

He tilts his head, curious. "I've seen you with the local writers. You wouldn't happen to write or recite yourself?" It would be an impressive recital with his presence, the height and wings. He'd be surprised if none of Naesala's poet companions have suggested it.