Nafije accompanied Geirgrim around town, but maintained a respectful distance to give him room to work discretely.
While she did, she talked to people. Her beloved parrot was an excellent icebreaker for conversations that seemed to be about nothing, but obtusely worked out the possibilities as they existed in her own mind. She didn't ever mention Barbarossa- she didn't need to. A man could keep his name secret forever, but not his nature. Barbarossa was a gambler, a drinker, a social and colorful character. Nafije was certain he would leave a trail, and like an arcane equation she would crack it.