Rattleneck shook his head. ‘Never expected a good man like you to stand for the likes of this.’ Craw only shrugged. ‘There’s always good men on both sides of a good fight.’ Bethod was starting to like him more and more. A reassuring presence. A straight edge in a crooked time. If there’d ever been an opposite of the Bloody-Nine, there he stood. ‘I don’t see too many good men here,’ snapped Rattleneck.
