‘Thought you’d be halfway back to Darujhistan,’ Harllo said. Buke studied the guard over the rim of the mug. ‘You are so clean I barely recognize you, friend.’ ‘Ha ha.’ ‘I have found myself a new contract, to answer you, Harllo.’ ‘You idiot,’ Stonny snapped. ‘When are you going to get some sense back into your head, Buke? It’s been years and years since you last cracked a smile or let any light into your eyes. How many bear traps are you going to stick your head in, man?’ ‘Until one snaps,’ Buke said, meeting Stonny’s dark, angry eyes.
