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Chapter four
Chapter four I learn about Ros the Claw“Well,” I said in what I hoped was a reasonable voice, “you can’t really blame them. We’ll see a local dignitary in the morning and explain. Then we can set off for the interior.” “You’re a fambly, Jak!” foamed Pompino. He strode up and down the stone cell and folk drew their legs out of his way. “Onker! We should have come in here with drawn swords!” “Then,” said Dayra in her level voice, “we’d all be dead.” In circumstances like these, people display their own peculiar characteristics. Murkizon was all for hitting the first guard over the head and breaking out. They’d taken our weapons away, of course; we were in no doubt that we’d pick them up, or others, in the nearest guardroom. Rondas the Bold, his vulturine features beaked and grim, second
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