Neverwinter Forest said he was a sailing man

A name was traded for a name: "Catamaran."

He wondered, though, if the other male cared at all to know it. Admittedly, Catamaran would not have asked if he hadn't thought it would prove useful later on. Pragmatism must ever supersede their desires.

Except, said a snide voice at the back of his mind, where tact and diplomacy are concerned.

The bounty hunter pushed this voice away. He'd not been very tactful or pragmatic in his conversation with Kinusi, either. He'd only played her game much more willingly than Luhtar. This was not a crime, and it would be the height of pique to start a grudge over it.

"I will join you," he agreed. It would be the height of pique not to, when he'd been at the start of a patrol, himself, and they were going in the same direction. He stretched to rid himself of the last of his tension and then slunk after his new companion. As he closed some of the distance between them, his nostrils flared to catalogue the other man's scent.

He ranged not quite alongside, but certainly adjacent to Luhtar, weaving in and out of the borders to be sure they covered a wide swathe of ground. He found himself pausing nearby the other male to lift his leg on a tree.

"How long have you followed Solharr?" he asked.