“You thought,” Kote said derisively, dropping all pretense of a smile. “I very much doubt it. Otherwise, you might have thought,” he bit off the word, “of how much danger you were putting me in by coming here.” Chronicler’s face grew red. “I’d heard that Kvothe was fearless,” he said hotly. The innkeeper shrugged. “Only priests and fools are fearless, and I’ve never been on the best of terms with God.”
