He rolled his eyes. "Its will happen ats some times, ain'ts a smarts thing to be pisseds off or scurreds of it. Justs as longs as he ain't goings to bes like me abouts it." He looked over at his tattooed arm and the hidden track marks there. He was still a junkie, even though every week, the healer came and fixed him up. It just was hard to break the mental addiction. His fingers traced across the line of Miniver's beltline. "Soren will knows better dens dat."