“It’s uh…” I searched for the words as hundreds of skeptical eyes stared back at me. “It’s been done before, though. I’ve made it through hell.” “Aye, as have I,” Vex concurred. Onyx whispered, “How many pints of rum do you think we need to get that story out of him?” Wolfgang let out a labored sigh. “Standing in the thruways of the underworld, and we can’t be serious.”
