Whitefish River oathkeeper

Vercingetorix gave him a thoroughly nasty glare as the other man cut him off, making a remark about how this was gonna be his home and yadda yadda yadda -- like he gave a shit. He was about to answer the man's question when Ira appeared, questioning him.

Ira was a snoozefest, he thought. One of those blindly loyal drones, cold, emotionless. (Would have done well under Stigmata, actually.) But she was his superior, and so he lowered his posture in deference, nodding toward the quasi-stranger.

He was with the woman who did this to me, Verx explained, lifting his chin slightly to show her the extent of his throat scarring. Didn't join in, but, yeah. Any friend of hers is no friend of mine. Also, she killed a kid.

Couldn't forget that delicious little detail.