"Fine, fine," Corliss murmurs, still a bit dazed, sitting up with his back against the underside of the bar counter. "We'll be fine. Ugh. Eventually." He glances at Morgan, wincing as he turns his head. "I seem to recall performing surgery on the doctor, as a matter of fact," he adds, smiling a little. "And Claxter, you may consider it murder, but it's not--Terenia and Efaen have some kind of agreement going on. It was foolish of me to attempt to reunite them, I acted rashly. But I believe they are both corrupt, and perhaps their best hope of survival within the Empire, if they are to remain together."
Myitt sneers at Claxter. "Oh, yes, I'm sure we'd all be dead in a few seconds, if it hadn't been for your mercy," she spits.