Tarn’s eyebrow creeps up as he regards the stranger skeptically. He’s never seen this one before, and the lack of Cetagandan uniform paints a fairly clear picture of where this man comes from. He’s familiar enough with the Barrayaran look by now.

The scarring around his right eye twists as it narrows.

“Apparently so. “ He frowns, brushing a stray lock of hair behind his ear. “One wonders what sort of stories you’ve heard."