"There's more to it than that," replied Drummer.
He filled in the gaps.
Narval scrutinized his fingernails as Drummer talked.
"I'm surprised to hear you patronize drinking establishments where such raffish elements gather," Narval murmured around the focus of his attention.
"I feel it my duty to get about, to see, and to listen. There is much to learn by observing our people going about their daily lives. The Charnel Pit is one of the few places in Coldfield where people gather to relax and talk."
Narval peered sideways at Drummer from narrowed eyes.
"Hm, you see and you listen to the people. What else, I wonder? Do the people also see and listen to you? What do you tell them, Drummer?"
"I tell them nothing, President Narval. I don't know what you mean."
"Well, let it go for now. Back to your little brood. You say they're experienced spacers, and you've checked the facts of their escape. You know we're short-handed in technicians for the military fleet. Can we use them?"
"I'm not certain that I trust them," Drummer responded.
"Test them."