Grey had known the risks. He had clearly decided the risks of staying outside were greater. The Fog of Chaos, the lack of water, the lack of rules—but maybe he should have known that he couldn't count on rules in this place.
'Wait.'
Just as Grey was about to react with anger, his temper cooled to nothing and he stood there in silence, memorizing Joaquin's face as though he didn't already know it, and then looking toward the knights.
The knights, however—or, rather, one of them in particular—was staring at the tool belt around Grey's waist.
All things considered, Grey did look kind of ridiculous right now. He had stolen Fitz's Nexis Suit, and it kind of fit him, so he was wearing that instead of running around in boxers and a floral suit like he had been earlier.
But Fitz's was still shorter than him, so the legs didn't quite fit right and there were a couple inches of gap between the shoes of his own Nexis Suit and the leg sleeves of Fitz's.
