Knowledge is power, Cian. If y' know what's wrong, y' half way t' fixin' it, whate'er it is. These words were told him more than once in the five days his mother had tried to pass on her knowledge to her son.
He scratched his scalp behind his ear, and just nodded. "Sure," he added, taking another swig of water.
"S' the bloke this is all for, th' one who managed to put Katherine in chains, does anyone know him? The pyro?" he asked.