“What was his name?” Grimm asked quietly. “Moberly,” the guildmaster said quietly. “Harris Moberly.” Grimm nodded. “How old?” Felix grimaced. “Twenty.” Grimm nodded. “Family?” “Wife, brother, mother,” Felix said. “Wife’s expecting.” Grimm made a soft sound and shook his head. Felix nodded. He eyed Grimm. “You know.” “Wish I didn’t.” Felix let out a wry chuckle. “Drink?” “Obliged.”
