"No kidding. Didn't sound like anyone came out of that mess unscathed."

Bull snorts, nostrils flaring. The whole thing had been a mess, and disavowed by the Qun as a whole, but he'd keep most of his opinions to himself on that score. One hand lifts, the stubby ends of half-hacked fingers rubbing at the scratchy growth on his chin.

"Beyond that, what? The occasional merc now and then? Tal-Vashoth and the like."