[Of course. In truth, Essek didn’t even know much of Kingsley; they had met on occasion when the Nein got together, but he had gone off to the seas. While Essek sometimes hired him for lucrative business adventures, they hadn’t exactly spent a lot of time in each other’s winding paths. And while the drow was fond of him and he was happy to buy him a drink, there wasn’t the depth.

With Molly, it was even less so. They hadn’t even met Essek until after he was gone.]

My apologies; I fear that I know you mostly as a byproduct of fond recollections from a mutual group of friends.

[His voice turned a little softer, a hair warmer, as it always did when he mentioned them.] The Mighty Nein?