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People didn’t usually yell apologies while they were trying to kill you. It made it difficult to know how to retaliate.
“Do you think I don’t know how to act around thieves and ruffians?” “The fact that you even use a word like ‘ruffians’ is not filling me with confidence, no.”
Learned Edmund looked suddenly worried. “Mistress Slate! You didn’t damage the archives!?” “Nothing anyone will miss,” said Slate. “And they weren’t very good chicken drawings.” Learned Edmund’s eyes went wide. “Look, I wouldn’t just burn things at random.”
Nobody tortures people at home. It ruins the carpets.”
It was a trifle awkward, when you were carrying an enormous sword and out for blood, to discover that you’d raided a building which didn’t have that many people in it.
The man stared at the knife. He seemed very concerned about it, as anyone would be. It had not penetrated particularly deeply, but having a knife sprout from one’s chest tends to narrow one’s focus.
