"I am very hard to injure," Skellig says flatly, keeping his tone neutral. "And there is no violence in the Bar, so it will not explode. I even suspect that she may be able to help us."

He places a hand on her knee (she is SO skinny, it breaks his heart and infuriates him all at once) as reassurance.

"I will go ask Her," he says. "If she has a Key. But she has all sorts of other things. Is there anything you might want? Anything at all?"