Deepwood Weald 'cause you'll never find the answers

Yes, the boy was young. But he could tell the meaning behind those words clearer than any old wiseacre three times his age. So he just nodded; nodded and closed his eyes. Imagined he was standing beside someone he had known for a long while. Maybe someone he could trust?

And how ironic, he realized, this was. That they would speak about bluffing and deception whilst he tried to make out exact opposites of the matter. He had to cast such thoughts away. He insisted — they were dangerous.

"I believe it's fair to say we like to bluff a lot more to ourselves than to others," and he opened his eyes again. Peered around curiously. "Would you agree?"