“And the man with the limp?” “My lord?” “He seemed to be in charge of them,” Wax said. “A man in a fine suit who walked with a cane. About six feet tall, with a narrow face and dark hair. Who is he?” “I don’t know that one, my lord. Donny is the leader.” “Big guy?” Wax asked. “Neck like a stump?” “No, my lord. Donny is little and feisty. Evilest rusting kig you’ve ever seen.” Kig. It was slang for a koloss-blooded person. Wax hadn’t seen anyone among the bandits with the proper skin color for that. “Thank you, Captain,” Wax said.
