But information has a price too.” “You’ve told me plenty of information for free.” Thin fingers tap the railing, before Folly rests his elbows too. “You’ve told me about the summer queen and the traveling inn and how you bargain with trees.” A foot and four inches of space shivers between them. Shifting his weight, Yarrow lands an inch closer. “Not for free. I tell you things, and in return I get the pleasure of telling you.”
