Swallowing, Fingers managed a faint ‘Yes.’ Then he cried out a yell, his vision blackening, as the big man yanked on his right hand. ‘You want this off, yes?’ Fingers could only hiss, ‘Yes.’ ‘Very well. All others are dead, as far as I can see. Only we two survive here. I am leaving. But before I go, remember, I, Hagen of the Toblakai, rescued you.’ Fingers nodded. Yes, certainly, Hagen, yes. Whoever.
