[His flowing locks are lovely, thank you. Nate still takes a moment before nodding to himself. Yes, things are as they should be.]

I doubt I've learned more than you have. The locals don't fuss much over appearance, at least. The language differs in writing, but there must be a spell that translates the verbal...

[Nate considers. A night or two, Lutece said. His eyes narrow a bit, wondering.]

Have you slept?