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Two identical, startled looking men, pale beneath their dark complexions and slightly breathless, stumble through the front door of the Mansion. They look around in momentarily poorly concealed shock, then slowly pull themselves together. They look back toward each other, one reaches to tightly clasp his brother's arm and the other reciprocates, then in unison they move further into the room. "I think we've taken a wrong turn," one says quietly to the other.
"I think we've taken more than a wrong turn. Have you got a map?"
"A map? Are you joking?"
"The others are going to be pissed."
"They'll be more than that..."
Beneath the words, as they fastidiously rearrange their somewhat mussed hair and clothing, is the real rapid-fire conversation conducted in an unnoticable language of seemingly innocuous hand gestures that only one other man around here is likely to recognize. Which is only fair, as it's about a certain Locke Lamora whether or not he's likely to still be breathing.
Mun: Calo and Galdo Sanza, of The Lies of Locke Lamora. Thieves and Gentlemen Bastards. Whatever you do, don't let them sucker you into a game of cards.
"I think we've taken more than a wrong turn. Have you got a map?"
"A map? Are you joking?"
"The others are going to be pissed."
"They'll be more than that..."
Beneath the words, as they fastidiously rearrange their somewhat mussed hair and clothing, is the real rapid-fire conversation conducted in an unnoticable language of seemingly innocuous hand gestures that only one other man around here is likely to recognize. Which is only fair, as it's about a certain Locke Lamora whether or not he's likely to still be breathing.
Mun: Calo and Galdo Sanza, of The Lies of Locke Lamora. Thieves and Gentlemen Bastards. Whatever you do, don't let them sucker you into a game of cards.