Of course Riz is coming. He's been promised a story an interrogation, and he won't get more information to add to his notebook if he waits here.

When they get to the kitchen, he scrambles up onto one of the kitchen chairs, though he has to sit on his knees to even be able to peek out above the table. He's been following Mando's story with rapt attention, his wide eyes drinking in the sight of him. "Did the prince die?"