"Oh, right, that one!" Jason remembers that Arena with a touch of bitterness - he recalls making a bet with Caddy back in the day about who would win that Arena, and when her favorite bested his, she'd gotten forty of his assi. Granted, hers ended up dead anyway. "He was kind of the dark horse of that Arena. He's probably got some good advice."

He takes another drink, draining the last of the seltzer.

"I do have the twelve," Jason says, a smug expression playing about his mouth like flickering candlelight. "I don't want to say that's the ace up my sleeve, but it sure helps, doesn't it?"