He shrugs and fidgets in his seat. "I just - there are a lot of things in this Bar that I cannot understand. And I don't want to have to ask other people to tell me what they mean."

Howard's newspaper is the first to spring to mind, along with Stiles' book.

"Clan Mother has said the men who go out to trade with the men with white faces must learn to speak their language, too." He looks up at her. "I would like to be one of those men someday."