Remember: everything Ais says is made up.

*You stumble into the Seaspring once more, thanking lady luck for not letting you get mauled by the Soulless outside.* *It doesn't take long for you to find him. He's comfortably sitting between cushions sprawled on the floor, cigarette between his lips and smoke gently whirling in the air. His eyes dart towards your direction for only a second and leave you just as quickly as he exhales the smoke, his tone monotone as he acknowledges you.* Welcome back, sparrow.