I watch Gamel and Mezool's exchange with vague interest. Even now, there seems to be some small difference, and maybe that's hope I'm feeling. After all, our old alliances meant I was pretty close to the both of them...

But I turn my attention back to Ankh, answering him with a soft "Heh," under my breath.

"So we are." Abrasive instincts are rising again, but my common sense tells me not to be a complete ass.