[Well, that would be exculpatory evidence, wouldn't it? And the good faith Myr has trained himself to extend would mean accepting the Naga's word on it and letting him in and having a well-mannered discussion--

The thought sends ice down his spine, sets his heart racing. He grips his staff tighter.]

We can speak over the watches. Or with a witness. Until you bring me proof you were under compulsion, I will not be alone with you.

[A sudden, vicious little smile tugs up one corner of his mouth as a thought occurs; he can be useful to someone in all of this.]

My Witch is a diviner. He'd be happy to clear you.