"A man who admits he's boring to roll around with, how refreshing." If unhelpful, but--all of this is so beyond the veil he isn't sure where to start. What to get help with. What he can afford to even ask. If the man's red garb indicates anything of how or where he died, he might not know anything about the fire. He certainly doesn't seem put off by the blue on Cael's wrist.

Well, Vermidis isn't known for cunning. Even if he is from the same place, he might think Cael some kind of instructor from the other district.

"Bore me a little," he encourages, plying a slow dull note from the lyre, in lieu of a real whine. "I hardly know where to start, with this place."