“Please don’t do that,” the newcomer warned, pointing at Abban with his spear. His voice was a rasp, but it had a familiar ring to it. “The more people you send running in, the more likely someone will get seriously hurt.” He gave Abban a look so intense the khaffit had to suppress a shudder. “And I assure you, it won’t be me.” Abban swallowed deeply, but he nodded, slowly lifting his hands into the air. “Who are you? What do you want?” “Abban, my true friend,” the man said, dropping the rasp from his voice. “Do you not recognize your favorite fool? This is not the first time you’ve seen me in
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