"I know it," he was practically petulant, "because I know things. Can know things. And do know things. Many things. This among'em."

Sharpe stepped aside until he felt his rifle-brown wings press against a shelf of assorted sweatshirts. Presumably, it was to be less of an imposing figure in the middle of the shop's aisle.

"And you've made it clear enough where you're from. Ain't hard to put two and two together."