( They're two creatures of a mind, a glance, of glint of white teeth. When Caladan Kreil answers, his smirk's all but a long cleaving. Then, carefully, he collects another emptied bowl from the treys and holds out in a firm hand, as if to beg its filling.

Pour, boy. He not only trusts the likes of him with their cooking, but he'll take a second serving, for his trouble. )

You tell me, little friend. ( Tell him, while his hands shake the bowl, drawing the eye to it: fill it, fill it well. ) Past what point's a man gone too far to stay alive?

( Caladan Kreil, captain of the Queen Zanyra, Quicksilver, leader of the Pariah. Are they mere men? When Caladan grins, gold winks back once. )

You tell me, who's he who can cast the first stone.