It was rare Ikora made Cayde speechless with a quip. He always had a quick tongue and a snappy comeback for just about any comment someone might make. Those rare moments she managed it were memorable moments in their long friendship.

“It’s good.” She held the glass up and studied the liquid. “Almost a well aged bourbon but not quite.”

Ikora looked around the glass to study him. He was being serious about that. No one had made much progress while he was there. “And how much of an effort has been made? Besides your expedition and the fake attack?”

How much worked was ahead of her with this mystery? A Warlock wouldn’t get restless like a Hunter with all this intrigue and unknown around.