“Assassin.” She hid a grimace. Yes, Tuskar knew who they were, and he probably knew how much of a bounty hung over their heads. “You are good,” she said. “I bet you’re popular at parties.” Tuskar withdrew his toothpick and flicked it into a corner of the room where it landed in a pile of similar discards. He took the stack of papers off his desk, shifted through them, and pulled out two sheets. He slapped down the wanted posters for Amaranthe and Sicarius. “We like to keep track of criminals with bounties on their heads,” Tuskar said. “You never know when we’ll chance across one and have the
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