“You and I?” Entreri mused. Rassiter shrugged. “Few in Calimport would oppose you,” the wererat said, “and with my infectious bite, I can breed a host of loyal followers in mere tendays. Certainly none would dare stand against us in the night.” Entreri moved beside him, joining him in his scan of the guildhouse. “Yes, my ravenous friend,” he said quietly, “but there remain two problems.” “Two?” “Two,” Entreri reiterated. “First, I work alone.” Rassiter’s body jolted straight as a dagger blade cut into his spine. “And second,” Entreri continued, without missing a breath, “You are dead.” He
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