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’Just past hten with a creature that had existed for hundreds of thousands of years, and that discomfort unleashed his sarcasm -- a precarious presumption indeed Get back to seriousness, idiot That flint sword ain’t just for show ’Did you two free the Jaghut Tyrant?’

’Briefly Imperial efforts to conquer Darujhistan failed’

Scowling, Toc crossed his ar for what?’

’She has been away for some time Now she returns’

’Who?’

’She who has taken occupation of the tower, soldier’

’Can you at least stand up when you’re talking to ive in to temptation

The T’lan I frolittered for the briefest of moments in the depths of its eye-sockets as it stared at Toc, then Tool turned and retrieved the flint sword

Gods, better I’d insisted he just stay lying down Parched leather skin, tautalive Oh, how the Emperor loved them An army he never had to feed, he never had to transport, an ar And no desertions -- except for the one standing in front of ht now

How do you punish a T’lan Imass deserter anyway?

’I need water,’ Toc said after a long moment in which they simply stared at each other ’And food And I need to find so’ He unstrapped his helmet and pulled it clear The leather cap beneath it was soaked through with sweat ’Can’t ait in the tower? This heat is bakingas if I expect you to help me, Tool?