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

Her eyebrows furrowed. Clearly she didn't expect someone as rough-looking
as me to be playing it subtle, "He's plotting some sort of defamation of me
again, isn't he? What will it take to reverse his latest trick? How about if I
double whatever he's paying you?"
Double, eh? "He sent his regards. That's all."
She sneered. "Yes, I'm certain that's all it was. Remember... whatever he
offered, I will double. Think on that, stranger."
~~~~~
"Well? What of your progress?" An'Izius whispered.
"Your rival has offered to pay me a large sum to double-cross you."
"What? I'll double it myself!"
I grinned. "You've got a deal."
"Then go! Go! Or I shall have you flayed!"
~~~~~
"Well?"
"He's offered to pay me a large sum to double-cross you."
"Bah! Enough of this! I shall match his promise, but I will not raise it any
further." Siabha smiled challengingly at me. "You'll have to make your own
decision. But remember... I may be able to offer you a little something
more."
~~~~~
It was with great pleasure and satisfaction that I approached the guard.
Getting passed back and forth between two clients like a cheap prostitute
wasn't exactly the kind of job that would satisfy my pride.
The captain of the guard was a crisp, militarily-efficient man, dressed in the
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