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There are a number of smells one expects to encounter in a dungeon.
First line
He was holding her wrist. Why did men always grab your wrist? There were any number of ways to break that grip, of course, but it was mildly infuriating nonetheless.
Once papers were signed, people seemed to give up. It was a strange sort of magic.
He did murder several of them, of course. Yes, well. People are complicated.
“Have you ever considered giving up killing people and becoming a tailor?” “Oh, yes.” “And?” “I don’t like people unless I’m stabbing them.”
“What if you’re one of those loons who believe every word they’re saying?” His smile faded. “People like that are dangerous,” he said. “We try to kill them quickly.”
Mules were worse. Mules were like horses who could plan.
