"Because after all your shit that you were still trying to cope with, you really needed to hear how I took up the old hat of Master Torturer, how much blood had been on my hands than in my entire stay in Abraxas!"

Istredd doesn't get why.

"Because weeks after things finally, desperately trying to get back to 'normal' in the castle seemed like a great time to mention how I got tossed and locked in the dungeons for a day because I went for Ambrose!"

He looks up from his work, missing a cut and damaging the hide, but this isn't some poaching trade that needs their merchandise to be pristine, so it doesn't matter.

"Maybe I just want us to have some peace!"