Dibs seemed like an odd way to put it, when it was more like having something thrust into your hands. "That's thoughtful of you, thanks." There was a wry sort of smile as he said it, looking askance toward Ezra. "I think all of us should probably be kept informed. I mean, we're in this together, right?"

Greycloaks weren't just clerics, no. In fact them having any clerics at all had been news to him. From what he'd seen, it was rogues or assassins, possibly hunters. Light armour types with light weapons. "What do you think it is?" he asked. His tone was low, recognizing the seriousness of the question.