“Sounds more like something ye’d do, Flinn,” said Gorm. “I know your type. Ye’d kill your own mother for tuppence.” “Ah, you see, that’s where you’re wrong,” said Flinn. “I know the value of a life, usually within a few cents. When I killed my mother, it was for well over five thousand giltin.” “That’s disgusting,” said Kaitha.
