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The thing so dead, now risen. Master Fakir, I can understand that certain events are prone to leaving you short of breath, but entrails, truly... takes rather a bit of talent in the art of failure, from a knight.
Perhaps you need take matters up with they of previous ignoble intent? Or glance ever so lovingly at the convenient entrance of our newly come Blatancy Guild.
Gen~tle~men? My hat to you ~ ♥ ~ I'd run a distinct wager that you'll be driven sans commerce within days, but another's misfortune is only ever fun when its potential activity wouldn't determine your profit. By all means - kill. Kill well, and quick, and leave the bodies be.
No word of the dearest Messiah, then. How candid. And Katan...
No matter. I don't suppose there's anything of significance that might be accomplished in this Police Office, short of attracting dust, is there now? Dearest heart, now can't we truly discuss the noble and most sacred art of sha~ring? I'll shred your things apart, little whore.
TO ALL CREATURES OF SOME MARTIAL ABILITY: RAISE AN APPENDAGE.
...employment possibilities, carrying over the ever envied task of guaranteeing my personal security. There is not enough creme de cassis in the world for this this leech.
Perverts, sycophants, mongrels, cretins and my Lord need not apply. Seeing how this would unfor~tu~nately exclude a majority of City residents, perverts might yet be exempted.
private to palace staff :: warded : cursed
Here, dogs. You've run astray long enough. Business is pending.
private to Joshua :: warded :: cursed
As for your standing in such things, clear your name.
If you did it, it was poorly done, and blood wasted.
If you did not... well, well.