"Like fuck you are," he snapped automatically, whether it was true or not. He glared at Duncan- strangely effective even with only one eye- before he settled down, looking down to the carpet.

"... if... if it is, we're sharing the news first. We don't go into this blind, or totally alone. That kind of shit attitude's already gotten people killed that should still be alive."

He looked up to Duncan, as though to challenge him on that. Rhys hadn't said anything about visiting the mage yet, but the same sinking feeling was in his stomach, partly afraid Rhys wouldn't tell him. This wasn't something to delve into alone.

"..those greycloaks are scary shit, Heim," he said after a moment, looking down again. "They don't pull any fucking punches. And technically speaking, I wasn't even there."