"Yes," the Balladeer admits, glancing away sheepishly. There's definitely a lot more than three. Enough that most people would have hesitated to provoke them, but... "I didn't think they'd actually attack me. It's like you said, they need me."

He'd thought so, at least. No, no, they DO. Since when are the assassins good at realizing what they need, as opposed to just what they want? "I'm fine," he assures her, shoulders hunching in on himself a little. It's true; he's not hurt. He didn't even have a bruise. It's just that his memories of his last moments there are oddly blurry, and that isn't something that happens to him - not in his own world.