"Names change over time, but in my life the city was Kuttenberg, in central Bohemia. The Jewish Quarter was home," he confirms, looking Erik in the eye. his head tilts subtly, brow furrowing more deeply. "It was the year fourteen-hundred-and-three. My...patron was John the Second of Lichtenstein, burgrave of Znojmo Castle. I don't expect names to mean much to you, of course."

The prospect of a warm bath in clean water is a good distraction from his missing the weight of a certain ring around his finger.

"What is your procedure here, then? Pay up front, or is it hourly?"