Neo leaned back in the chair and crossed one ankle over the other. The drink in front of him had gone warmer than before, and the bar around them had filled another layer since they sat down.
He tapped once against the side of his glass.
"Snot told me something already," he said. "About Gray Hand."
Richards rested his forearm on the table. "That sounds about right. What did he tell you?"
"That the Arandom branch got a Godscar Ruin. Or part of one." Neo held his stare. "And that they're planning an expedition."
Richards gave a slow nod. "That part is true."
Neo waited.
Richards understood the pause and kept going.
"Gray Hand isn't going in alone."
Neo's attention tightened a little. "With who."
"The Mournes."
Neo had expected a name. That one still made him pause for half a breath.
"The Mournes?" he said. "Together?"
"Together."
Neo shifted in the chair. "Why would they do it like that?"
