Neverwinter Forest you ask me what I'm thinking about, I'll tell you what I'm thinking about

Another arrived and Keres fell silent, watching and listening. The way the man limped was subtle but noticeable, to her at least, and she wondered idly what had happened. His tone was full of mirth, though she expected that to wane as Hydra began to speak. When she revealed that there had been a Saint spy lurking on the borders of Neverwinter's realm, the Ostrega woman could not help but snort, a wry comment slipping from her tongue. Some spy she makes. She had been caught in the act, afterall.

And who the hell made anyone so giant and noticeable a spy? These Saints would be easy to tear down if their choice in agent was any indication.