He shook his head. "Or in on it and not giving a damn. And no way to prove which it is without getting my throat slit first."<br/><br/>He leaned into Mirada's embrace almost unconsciously, still shaking slightly as he realized that his paranoia had either just saved his life, or utterly screwed him over completely. It was... unsettling, suddenly realizing that Bear and the guild master were a possible opponent, and he had absolutely no way of finding out which it was without completely exposing himself first. And that was NOT acceptable. He stared at the letter, before carefully tearing it up, and tossing it into a metal tray, and setting it on fire with his flint and steel. It took a few tries, as his hands were shaking too much, but he watched it burn, before picking up the second pitcher. "And this is why I drink. Still blame me?"