“Ben can kill anyone. Yesterday, he killed three Palo without breaking a sweat.” “Is that so?” Tampo tilted his head at Styke, looking from him to Celine with some significance. “Some Palo kid got in the way of a job I was doing,” Styke explained. “And Celine will keep her mouth shut around Lady Flint. Won’t you, Celine?” Celine folded her arms. “I like Lady Flint. But if Ben has to kill her, then…” She held her hands up as if to say “oh well!” “Regular old pair of mercenaries here,” Tampo commented. “Well, Mr. Styke, I’ll ask again. Could you kill a powder mage?”
