“We come in all sorts,” he shrugs, but the shopkeeper’s expression doesn’t change.

“Big reward for that princess.”

Not betraying the way his heartbeat picks up, Balthier sighs dramatically. “Would love that reward, but alas, she can’t possibly be the princess.”

He puts an arm around her waist, tugging her closer. “We’ve been married since before the princess went missing.”

His face doesn’t betray his wince but —

“Aren’t you that pirate famous for philandering in every port?” another customer asks, clearly listening intently.

Well fuck. They’ve got an audience.