[There's a stretch of silence here as Myr contemplates the idea of being more concerned about one's hat than impending death. It doesn't parse; it's too ridiculous. "Orlesians and rich people" sums it up.] Did the hat at least make it out alive?

--Tell me she's still around and doesn't mind talking about her methods. [Because this sounds amazing enough to get over his natural hesitation around apostates.

Something about the snuffling wins a quiet noise--almost an "aw"--out of Myr. Listen to this curious little creature.
Yngvi, you and the kids are doing a hell of a fine job evangelizing for pet nugs.]

But that's food. Killing one to satisfy my own curiosity when I can't even see what I'm doing--that's cruel. There's no sense in that. [...Maker damn his own soft heart what's he going to do with a rescued pedigreed Orlesian nug.] ...You wouldn't have any other advice for first-time owners, would you?