"For all I know, that was an elaborate Crow drop and we're on our way to a mark."

It's not serious, obviously not serious. But Davrin couldn't help but think the quaint dwarf tailor and baker wife cooing about their grandchildren would be a perfect cover. And that it was all Lucanis' fault he was thinking this way. Before he'd actually met an assassin, he'd never been concerned there was one standing at every corner.