Styrm didn't frown or deflate. "Not quite, Jozzie. 'S like I said, us Roegadyns've got tough'uns," he repeated, his smile maintained but his voice more neutral, less gruff. "Can' expec' t'get 'em right the firs' go 'round, nah." And then, with a conspiratorial tone, "I'll give ye a hint: mine's got no Zs."
