“There are too many players involved.” He held up a fist, flinging up his fingers as he counted. “Whoever took the ship. Skrankle. Whoever poisoned you. The owners of that fake pub on the space station. Whoever slammed into you.” Vas thought he gave her an odd look at that, but he went on quickly, adding his other hand. “Plus, the ambush at Lantaria, the bodies, the Starchaser parts, the ore ship, Marli, Graylian monks, and Rillianian idiots.”
