Salar's mouth sets in a firm line. "I'm going to go anyway," he says. "I have to."
You nod. "I understand that," you say. "I know what it's like to love the theater and want to be a success in it."
Salar glances at you sideways. "It's not just that," he says slowly. "There's a reason I need to go to Medaris. Do you know the Raven, Cenone?"
"Know the Raven?" you say incredulously. "I've seen the Raven. Met the Raven once when he came to the theater. I can't say I know him. It's not like we're friends or something." You look at Salar curiously. "Why?"
"What do you think of him?"