“I was lost in thought.” Humans did not know what he meant by such words; Saatzade only nodded.
“I thought that might be the case.” He scanned the camp, displeased. “Do you happen to have the time?”
Sen stared, uncertain. “For what?”
“No, I mean…” He brandished his watch, letting it swing between them as a pendulum. “Do you happen to have a watch?”
Clockwork was uncommon outside the Olumeyta, the province of nobles and wealthy merchants who longed to be ones. “There is not much use for time in the woods, maestro. I use only the sun and the stars to guide me.”
His mouth pulled in distaste. “Ah, as I had thought. You have my thanks anyway, maestro.”
He made to move away, but Sen asked, “Can you not use your own?”
Saatzade stopped in his tracks. “Unfortunately not.” He swung open the face of his watch, where a second hand quivered. “You see, it seems mine has stopped working.”