"You are most welcome, Sindra." Sandro's eyes watched the girl's movements. Keeping his own slower and more deliberate to put her more at ease, he rose again and took up one of the blankets. He dropped it over her shoulders, careful not to touch her. Not for fear of her powers but for the way he had witnessed slavegirls react on occasion- best wait to know what sort of masters she'd had in the past. The last had been a fool at least and a greedy one. Fishing ships had no business so far at sea as this... It did not bode well. Little use having a finder of lost things if she was too terrified to speak or had some fit of despair.
"You are a slave?" he asked as he settled back into his seat. He was already replaying the words she had spoken earlier. It might be a hoax, he considered but that would be a most elaborate set-up. Too elaborate. And if she as a charlatan she was a very clever one to mention his neice and the danger she was in. Such cleverness could be useful- near as useful as a finder of lost things. "And far from Myr, and going farther still. We are bound for the Seven Kingdoms, Sindra." He poured himself a cup of the wine and turned it in his hands as he watched her. "In that land, everything is lost. Someone known for finding might discover no end of treasures."