“So I get to keep the stuff?” “The… stuff?” Sathiel looked sidelong, trying to catch whatever garbled version of Utir’s pronouncements he was working with. “It’s…” A very human expression of exasperation, the sort of thing Olli just loved to provoke in people of power and status. “It’s not about the stuff. It is about the place you have adopted in the universe. Know that the vile and the outcast shall seek you out, and the tools of villainy be yours.” Olli blinked. “Did I just inherit the whole Broken Harvest? Do I get Tothiats and big ships and things?” Sathiel blinked and swallowed. “I don’t
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