"Zevran's an old friend," he said, nodding. "We traveled together... thirteen years or so ago, by my reckoning. Less than that by his. And I know Bull as well, but not as well. I've just known him ... I don't know, some weeks or so." He shrugged. "I'm not sure. Everything was getting blurry there toward the end.

"Not the point, though. Um. How many people are there here, anyway?" Easier to ask that than think about... things.