Hewouldn't have shared gossip of any sort with the guards. They'll make us paythe butcher's bill, the way the fellow who attacked did in the last war. How long, he suddenly wondered, had Mezentio been prepar-ino, for the d when war would k-l- -t, ~ -'_~ rb. Ifthings kept going well, they'd be able to start tossing eggs into Tn'can*co.
BLItthose were details. In a voice harsh as a hawk's, hesaid, We shall dicker. Algarvians on behemoths blazedthem with heavy sticks at ranges from which they could not reply. Foof our blood seldom do.
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