I did. Hard to believe, given the number of scrolls present- [still has to give him a hard time about the state of his bag] -but I do recall catching a glimpse of a specific azure that would fit the bill.

[He takes another drink, this one a slightly longer pull, if only because he has to tamp down his faux incredulity. Please, Winter. He cannot imagine that a man with his skills—that he’s seen clearly on the battlefield, thank you—would be some no-name underling, scrambling about and only taking orders. How many thieves run about with a pact with some unknowable thing under their belt, besides, and aren’t considered vaguely more useful within their organization?]

You expect me to think that someone with your capabilities is just an underling? I have eyes, you know.