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"Yes... I did say that." Voorsha nodded, staring at us for a moment before he
began to fidget.
After all the things I've been through, I had my doubts as to whether
Voorsha would keep his end of the deal. "You didn't think I could kill the
gehreleth, did you?"
He stared at me a moment longer then sighed. "No, I didn't... It seems
you've exceeded my expectations... I was hoping the gehreleth would deal
with you and save me the trouble. Now I guess I have to take care of you
myself."
The moment his hand slipped behind his back my arms had already shot out,
gripping him in a headlock. Stupid berk. If we could take down the gehreleth
what chance did he think he had against me with the little pigsticker in his
hand? Held as he was, he drove it into my kidneys in quick succession.
Wounds like that and you'd bleed out in thirty seconds usually, but all he
inflicted was a dull trickle as arteries and veins knit shut as quick as a pinch
of my fingers.
This was the last time someone in this city was going to use me. It's poked
the bear one time too many.
I did it nice and gentle, adding the pressure just a bit, working a moment to
get the grip right. It was a favor no one else ever gave to me... though given
how ungrateful this little weasel was I doubted he'd appreciate it. One quick
twist, a wet pop, and it was over. Easy. Painless. Like dipping him into a
pond.
I let his body slump gently to the ground, head flopping around a neck
freshly endowed with a few more degrees of freedom. Then I picked his
pockets for good measure. Chump change, really. Sifting through his goods
just turned up a bunch of black lotus and other assorted narcotics. Nothing
useful.
But Annah had said that there were two people down here.
He was a dirty man, hunched and crabbed with age and darkness. His lank,
greasy hair flew from his shoulders as he saw us, and his eyes went wide
with fear. His fingers began twisting through arcane patterns. I recognized
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