Raril shrugs. "Yeah. It'd be nice if I could trust him, like a real brother, but... no. Too much has happened between us. Once, it wasn't so bad. Not always there for one another, but it was almost to where I could rely on him. At least, I could've trusted him not to turn on us too badly. But even that didn't last long." The drow sighs and realizes he's rambling. He waves a hand, dismissing the whole train of thought. "That was a long time ago."


"So, who's this Quinn you mentioned?" He asks, changing the subject. "I've heard that name before somewhere..."