"At least you've got a familiar face with you this time," he snickered, happy to see us. "I suppose the metal-armed man decided to stay home?"

"Or dead, who cares at this point," Blayse responded, reaching in for a hug.

"From the scar on your nose (Looking at Lex)

I take it negotiations didn't go so good."

"I tried to warn them, the Arachnids struck Wren just like I said they would. They are calculated.

But word travels fast, so we'll know the outcome ...