[Caleb's suspicion is well founded. Sherwood is generous and giving, but he will always leverage the affections he earns down the line. He considers such things investments, as he is a man with his eyes always on the future. The hand he's shaking tells him plenty of Caleb from their particular kind of wear and tear, though Sherwood would presume him some manner of alchemist or chef.]

A pleasure, Sir Widogast. Or Caleb? Should you prefer such informality. [Sherwood does not let their hands go, leaned in close to speak nearer Caleb's ear. They are discussing something of an escape, after all. Best to talk close and quiet.]

Your sake as much as those beyond these walls. It is unclear how this troublesome affliction spreads... if you're helped before leaving, there is no such fret. [which is why he shouldn't leave, buuuut-]

You say you can be cured just as easily elsewhere, but do you have such a partnership secured for yourself?