He had the manners of high nobility, but the practicality of a soldier. Theoretically, Daud knew that combination must have been possible somewhere, but the dichotomy of it was simultaneously grating and confusing. He'd never known a nobleman not to have a price on his head once you asked the right people. If Klaus had a price on his head, it was only because of his sheer size.

Daud didn't have any sort of sense for worlds colliding, but he did pick up a sense about people. And right now, looking down at the street below, he couldn't have agreed with Klaus's conclusions more.

"What incident?" he asked. Daud wasn't told anything about the place's history - just that they were on the back of a continent-sized turtle, and he still wasn't sure if he believed that or not. He'd seen stranger. "Is it to do with what's bringing us here?"