"Oh, yeah, and we can totally trust her, am I right?"

Taako's smug, irritated voice cuts into the conversation; he approaches on Garyl, still bleeding pretty decently from where an ice blade struck his shoulder earlier and looking very ruffled from the wind.

"I mean, I'm just saying-- last time any of us made a deal with her, we wound up giving up a fuckin' year of our lives to do her bidding."