Neverwinter Forest said he was a sailing man

Silence was never uncomfortable to the bounty hunter — not by itself, anyway. But company in general was rarely something he could savor. This time was no different.

They walked an efficient patrol, not pausing when Catamaran asked his question. The pause did not bother him; not even when it seemed that Luhtar would not answer. But answer he did — and each sentence left the bounty hunter with a sinking, eerie feeling in the pit of his stomach. Who was this Solharr? He couldn't have been that much older than himself or Luhtar, yet he seemed to have had some sort of reputation from an early age. Catamaran wondered if he, too, would have developed one if he'd stayed in one place for long enough. He'd killed enough wolves, hadn't he? But then again, that sort of infamy didn't make for a long life.

Whatever it was, it seemed to inspire great loyalty and admiration in this man. Catamaran had to force himself not to react to the idea of following Solharr into death. No one was worth that, he was very sure, and just hearing the words made him want to balk.

"He sounds impressive," he said, taking great pains to make this a neutral statement rather than one of doubt or agreement. In truth, his own thoughts were turbulent, and his opinion on the matter almost irrelevant. He had not the capacity for the sort of loyalty and admiration that Luhtar possessed for their leader, and no tools with which to determine whether loyalty and admiration were deserved.

But it sounded like fanaticism — and that made him nervous.

"A long time, then?" he supposed, seeking a more direct answer to his question.