Kael's suspicion lasted less than two days.
There was no decisive conversation, no insistence from Sylphie, and no new attempt by Seraphine to convince him. What settled the matter was much simpler.
The following morning, he found the nameless man in the common room with three pairs of boots drawn in his notebook.
Kael stopped behind him.
"You're drawing boots."
"Comparing."
"That's worse."
The man pointed to the first pair.
"Treated leather, wool lining, and thicker soles."
Then to the second.
"These are waterproof, but heavier."
And finally to the third.
"These cost more."
Kael waited.
"And?"
"They're better."
"Naturally."
The man closed his notebook. "Irelia said snow getting inside your boots ruins the experience."
"She said snow got inside her boots."
"Same thing."
Kael sat down.
"Have you bought any yet?"
"No. Seraphine wants to look with me."
"When?"
"Today."
Kael picked up the cup he'd left on the table and remained silent for a few seconds.
