Piotr's eyebrows twitch in some distant cousin of amusement at Miles's claim to strategy, but that, he doesn't comment on. He finishes clearing the mats from the sorrel mare's mane and gives her a pat on the neck before moving away, a step closer to Miles, the whole of his attention now focused on the little man.

"I thought you said your mother left this district with you when you were very young." So just how well could he know this area?