Palamedes knits his brows together. “A specter—you mean a revenant? One that was tied to you? What did—“ He stops himself before plunging into a litany of questions, shaking his head sharply. “Honestly, Nonagesimus, this all sounds fascinating, and I want you to tell me about it later, but that’s not why I’m here.”

He rubs the bridge of his nose absently. “Was there anything else? Any indication I gave of what I’d discovered? Say, a scrap of paper you noticed, or a throwaway comment I made?”