"Mn," Isaac says, and thinks: Yes, Edgard seems like he'd be run out of town — "Before they came here, half of Riftwatch were washing blood from their hands."
He gestures. Scrub-a-dub.
"Assassins, wardens, knights." Mages. The log in the fireplace crackles into sudden flame. "I'll wager that you got away with a bit on the road. It's chaos out there, plenty of cover. Fewer shits with the free time to play murder."
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He gestures. Scrub-a-dub.
"Assassins, wardens, knights." Mages. The log in the fireplace crackles into sudden flame. "I'll wager that you got away with a bit on the road. It's chaos out there, plenty of cover. Fewer shits with the free time to play murder."