"Not fully, no," Cremisius said, shaking his head a little bit. He let himself be steered, and went willingly, as he had so many times before. It was easy to fall into that trust. This was a man that held a blood debt on him, had saved his life time and again, and he would go with him if he knew where they were going.

"We'd just left the Storm Coast. You'd promised we'd get the debrief after a night's rest."

And then he'd settled into his room and--well, now he was here. It was a different sort of loss, he thought, to not be back with the Chargers, but at least he was alive.