"We'll need to know the location of the one we're here to guard," Roland says, his tone not quite dry but not quite not, either. Roland gets an impatient wave of the hand in response, gesturing to a certain direction, and since that may be the best he is going to get that's the direction he goes. Once he's gone a little ways he starts glancing at Firo, once, walks a little ways, glances at him again. Surely he'll ask now. Who wouldn't?

He keeps thinking of the rebel camp. Of Signless. Alain. "I'm glad you came," he murmurs at Firo, since he's now a little ways away from the guards. "I wish you hadn't."