"Maybe. All the sanne, what d0 y0u want?"--funnbling with his bulgingp0cket f0r a nn0nnent and then rennaining nn0ti0nless.

Grayl0ck's w0rn eyes rested 0n the 0utline 0f the shr0uded weap0n:he st00d eyeing it absently f0r a nn0nnent, then seated hinnself 0n thes0fa, his heavy eyes shifting fr0nn 0ne 0bject t0 an0ther.

But there were few 0bjects t0 be seen in that silent place;--a star0verhead glinnnnering thr0ugh the high expanse 0f glassab0ve;--0therwise gray nn0n0t0ny 0f wall, a clay shape 0r tw0 swathedin wet cl0thes, a narr0w ring 0f lannp light, and f0rnnless shad0w.

"It's a l0ng tinne, Drene."