Grey laughs rather old-mannishly. "Well, nobody you'd know. Or perhaps want to know. Just know that he's trouble for everyone, and dying is the best thing he could do in service to Creation." Brass has a look on her face, like she still wants to strangle Grey. Just out of sight. And after he's answered your questions.<br/><br/>"And," Grey says," to test the theory, yes, this really the place for this. Now, I should warn you. Beware of two things. Strange flute players and my grandson." Grey makes to subtly exit, stage left.