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“I am Gudkind,” the man with the cleft lip says I think it’s a woot a beard Wait, do some Obsidian women have beards?

“Freihild, girl, you look like you got shit out an aurochs” She doesn’t But the best thing that can be said about i killers without fear of physical dismemberment “Gimme your cards”

“No cards,” she replies, unable to take that devilish gleaht she’d make a fine liar Turns out, she can’t turn it off She just always looks s as a fox in a hen hutch

“Liar Fine Whoever gives ot hoamble away down in Olympia”

Ten Obsidians rush forward Freihild pulls out a pack too “You slyPlace and sit in the center for two thousand breaths” I look at the rest of them “You do not lie to your tessarius, you sorry sacks of offal Lying to your tessarius is akin to killing a baby” They do not react Have they killed babies? “Akin to lying to Sefi! Do you understand?” They glower “Akin to lying to Valdir” There, that’s the right comparison Freihild has not moved “You deaf, brave?”

Her eyes widen aPlace”

I grin “So I hear”

“I do not have shaman wards”

“Move Your Ass And no tiny Red breaths Obsidian breaths”

She slouches away I grab a pack from another Obsidian and sit on the floor

“Freihild”

“I am Gudkind” He points to the woman I just sent away “That was Freihild, which you know For all know Freihild, because she is deft in all things”

“Right Fetch me Xenophon He’s in the war hall Sorry, varHal” Gudkind breaks into a loping sprint I s faces atch me as if I’m about to pull a snake out of my boot

“Who’s the best at Karachi here?”

“Freihild, for she is deft in all things, for she learned at the hip of Valdir the ways of the axe, and Screwface in the ways of cards”