There was an awkward silence. The Inquisitor stretched his neck sideways and there was a loud click. “Ah!” he said. “That’s got it. It’s been a pleasure to see you again, both of you, but duty calls.” He treated them to another revolting smile then hobbled off, his left foot scraping in the gravel. Ardee frowned at his twisted back as he limped slowly away. “It’s so sad,” she said under her breath. “What?” mumbled Jezal. He was thinking about that big white bastard in the street, those narrow pink eyes. The prisoner with the bag on his head. We all serve the King in our own way. Quite so. He
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