(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

Crap.
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You'd think that building a barricade out of garbage would be easy. Without
a care for what you're handing it should've been a simple matter to toss
heaps of junk into a large pile at the gate of the dump. But too many
irregular scraps: half-broken boxes and twisted sheets of metal, left hollows
that weakened the mass of garbage that we piled to keep the gang from
flooding in. Safe or not though, we were ready.
"Sending others to do your work?" Wernet growled, "Dirty play, old man.
You'll pay for that."
Annah's punch-dagger was up to its hilt in scum when she stepped out from
behind a thug, a cold look in her eyes
"If we're gonnae play dirty..." she said smoothly, ripping the blade free and
pushing the corpse over, "Might as well use all th' tricks we've got."
~~~~~
The upside about a nice fight is that afterward, once you're strutting down
the street clothed in blood, no one else wants to raise steel against you. The
dregs of the tavern snuck a few quick peeks, but surreptitious glances aside
they did the smart thing and ignored us.
Nabat gave a huge smile as I walked in. "I hear you're done. That means you
get the third part of the Key." His eyes blazed for just a moment and the
verse tolled forth: "'...their portion set...'" When his eyes returned to
normal, he shrugged. "Not much of a verse, I'm afraid... but it'll have to do.
Thanks for your help. The next portion of the Key is with Dallan. He's the one
with the young female friend over there."
"Why did you want me to save the old man? Isn't this supposed to be a town
of betrayal?"
He chuckled, "They used to be my gang. Then they ran me out for taking
their money - even though I was framed. I planted the rumors about Kyse
myself - I knew that they'd fall for it, and either someone'd take them out, or
they'd leave evidence that'd bring the guards down on them. Either way, I
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