"Then we’re probably okay," said James, "unless he’s only pretending to be a merchant." During this exchange, he had been sitting back from his keyboard, taking the advantage of a lull to stretch his arms luxuriously. Csongor guessed that nothing much happened during a ley line ride. But suddenly his eyes snapped back to the screen, and he sat forward, bringing his hands back to the keyboard. "We’re sort of committed now anyway."