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Gruntle’Uh, that should solve the problem, sir’

’Excellent Inform Harllo thus, then, and send him on his way’

’Yes, sir’

The door swung shut

As it turned out, Harllo was already returning to the carriage, fishing pole in one massive hand, a sad sandal-sole of a fish clutched in the other The ht blue eyes danced with excitement

’Look, you sour excuse for a ht supper!’

’Supper for aup one nostril’

Harllo scowled ’Fish soup Flavour-’

’That’s just great I love-- it was probably dead when you caught it’

’I banged a rock between its eyes, Gruntle-’

’Must have been a set any-’

’For that I bless you Now listen Stonny’s getting drunk-’

’Funny, I don’t hear no brawl-’

’Bonuses from Keruli if there isn’t one Understood?’

Harllo glanced at the carriage door, then nodded ’I’ll let her know’

’Better hurry’

’Right’

Gruntle watched hi his pole and prize Theand too muscled for the rest of his scrawny frame His weapon of choice was a two-handed sword, purchased from a weapon-smith in Deadman’s Story As far as those apish arht be made of bamboo Harllo’s shock of pale blond hair rode his pate like a tangled bundle of fishing thread Strangers laughed upon seeing him for the first time, but Harllo used the flat of a blade to stifle that response Succinctly

Sighing, Gruntle returned to where E ’Lead on,’ he said