"Morning," the young man said in reply.
Careful not to place his hands awkwardly, Joshua slid to the foot of the bed. "I hope you slept well. Didn't mean to wake you." Glancing back, the smith noticed he had somehow fallen asleep on his sheathed knife. That explained the slight ache near his kidney.
Vowing to grab it later, he picked up his slacks, from beside the chair. "So, just to touch on our agreement from last night, you want my help getting close to this...Karian, right?" He spoke without looking at the bard, instead reaching for his doublet. "What exactly was your plan when we get to him?"