“Again, Pathfinder, calm yourself,” Jixtus said, more severely this time. “The Grysks lay blame only where it’s deserved, and only on those who fail us. Each of our servants is responsible solely for his own decisions and actions, not for another’s.” “Yes, sir,” Qilori said, feeling his winglets and his tension subsiding. Grysks. He’d never heard of a species by that name. Or a faction, if that’s what they were. Or a combine, or a gang, or something else entirely. A name by itself really didn’t contain much information. But at least now he had a name to put to the manipulators behind all this.
