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’Shadow Korbal Broach When he goes out at night If I can foul his hunting yet remain unseen, undiscovered-’

’You’ve lost your mind!’ Gruntle hissed ’He’s a Hood’ damned sorcerer, old man! He’ll sniff you out the first ti alone, you’re right…’

Gruntle studied the man at his side, searched the worn, lean face, the hard eyes above the grey, tangled beard Old burn scars painted Buke’s forear after the fire in some frenzied, insane faith that he would find them… find his faaze dropped beneath that steady exa, friend,’ the oldGruntle’s arm ’I need someone to think of a way to do this I need someone with the brains to outwit Korbal Broach-’

’Not Broach Bauchelain’

’Aye, only he’s not the one going out at night Bauchelain tolerates Korbal’s … peculiar interests Broach has the n child I know them, now, Gruntle I know them’

’How many other fools have tried to outwit Bauchelain, I wonder?’

’Ceuess’

Gruntle slowly nodded ’All to achieve what? Save a few lives … so that they can get slaughtered and devoured by the Tenescowri?’

’A more merciful demise even so, friend’

’Hood take me, Buke Let me think on this’

’I’ll co, then At the barracks Stonny-’