Chapter nineteen
In the Cavern of AbominationsThe way I extricated myself from the possible little embarrassment of this golden numim’s discovering all my arsenal of weaponry buckled up about me, when I was a mere wandering laborer, amused me at the time. Afterward, well, as they say, no man or woman born of Opaz knows all the secrets of Imrien. I gave an almighty yawn and covered my mouth, palm out, and said, “I crave your pardon, Koter Avandil. I am for bed. I have had a plaguey day. How did you find me here?”
If he thought I shot the last question out a little sharply, he gave no sign.
“I heard the commotion and ran up, hoping for a little exercise. It seems I was in time, once again.”
“And much am I beholden to you, Koter Avandil. What are you going to do with the Fristles?”
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