Krone wore his black tunic like it was a halo of gold. When he spoke his tone was one of derision. “Do you like to lose your coin?” he said. “You can’t have that much.” “Excuse me?” I said in an indifferent voice. “You wagered on yourself. My esteemed colleague barely lost to Delph in the last Duelum. You won’t stand a chance. Why not just surrender and we can take you away to Valhall where you belong.” He made a show of handing Litches McGee twenty-five coins wagering on his “esteemed colleague” to beat my brains out. “Why don’t you simply give me the coins now,” I said. “It’ll save McGee the
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Krone is also so annoying
