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They say that there's no rest for the wicked.
As a point of fact, the wicked sleep quite well, it's the masked heros that don't get any sleep, at least, that's how it would seem, given that one particular masked hero was back in the bar, bandaging an arm before polishing a short knife, taking a stone to the edge of it, brow creased in concentration.
He'd likely welcome conversation all the same.
As a point of fact, the wicked sleep quite well, it's the masked heros that don't get any sleep, at least, that's how it would seem, given that one particular masked hero was back in the bar, bandaging an arm before polishing a short knife, taking a stone to the edge of it, brow creased in concentration.
He'd likely welcome conversation all the same.