“Was that all at once?” “One night. In a swamp.” The musket men exchanged worried glances. Others in the room shifted uneasily. “Reward: one million ranmyas,” Amaranthe said. “Impressive. I imagine you get lots of would-be bounty hunters stalking you.” “Yes.” “And yet, you’re still alive. Based on what I’ve learned about you, I’m guessing those hunters are not.” “A correct surmise,” Sicarius said.
