[Anyone else, he might have actually made some move to stop. The man was a marksman after all, and a maimed hand would reduce his usefulness... However, Arthur Barma's true accounts were rather specific about who and what all of the players were. As it was, he watches the young man scald himself with dispassionate interest.

Still... He might as well attempt some good will. After all, it would be annoying to relay the contents of the note in the spirit of it's opposite.]

These hath been lent to me. The forward had little to digest, except a small missive to me from thy master, read and disposed of... accordingly.

If there is any left, ye shall see the truth of mine words.