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When Irazette let Rodin into the building, Paskia grabbed another mug and poured him a coffee. Strong—his brow was furrowed, and he barely nodded to Irazette in thanks, didn’t even glance at Gorrin. He gave her a look, but it was impenetrable.
“Anyone know of a guy called Arivan?” he said, sinking into a chair at the table. “Could be over in the Haze. The Brothers reckon he might be behind the planned attack.”
“Possible,” Irazette said, taking a mug from Paskia and giving a smile in return. “Fits his character.” She sat at the table too, leaving Paskia the seat opposite Rodin. Could’ve been chance, but Paskia doubted it.
“Remind us,” she said.
Irazette shrugged. “Charismatic. No close ties, but makes friends easily. Small-time player pushing for something more. Known conn
