Did she ever shut up, Asher wondered, but he allowed none of his irritation to show on his face. "Let's just say that I tend to read into others' personal lives too accurately for their liking, and sometimes I don't know when to keep my mouth shut. Like around you, for example." He ran a hand over his face, sighing.

"I'm looking...to put it bluntly, I'm looking for treasure. Riches, gold, something, anything. I can't say why, but I'm really good at following clues, and to bring Emerson up to the level of wealth he deserves would be a blessing I'd cherish forever. It'd be nice to have some money of my own, as well. But tracking the only people who have clues on roads filled with refugees is difficult, if not impossible." He stared into the flames, waiting for a flash of inspiration. His main lead had been lost to him once he entered the main road.