‘Don’t stand so close—no, closer, so you can hear me, Shand, but not too close. Not like we know each other.’ ‘You’ve lost your mind,’ she replied. ‘Maybe. Anyway, see that man?’ ‘Who?’ ‘That criminal, of course. The half-blood who tore apart Urum’s—the extortionist deserved it by the way—’ ‘Tarthenal have four lungs.’ ‘And so does he. I take it you didn’t wager?’ ‘I despise gambling.’ ‘Very droll, lass.’ ‘What about him?’ ‘Hire him.’ ‘With pleasure.’ ‘Then buy him some clothes.’ ‘Do I have to?’ ‘He’s not being employed because of his physical attributes—well, not those ones, anyway. You three
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