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

shrugged. "I'm patient. One day he'll make a mistake."
"He sent me to kill you." Might as well be honest. It's not like this was going
to last very long anyway.
Ghrist blew its nose into its hand then flung the result aside. It wiped the
hand dry as it answered me. "Oh... just one more reason to kill him then...
and ye."
"You're not much of a conversationalist."
It gave me a broad grin. "Good. Tired of questions, time to eat."
The moment its jaw dropped to snarl and leap, Annah's punch-daggers
carved two new smiles along Ghrist's throat. Venomous blood spurted from
its wounds as those filthy hands clutched at the lacerated flesh, bilious black
fluid spurting from between its fingers. A stab of a dagger and a swing of
thought-honed karach was all that was needed then.
I gave Annah a thankful nod as I wiped the mess from my hands. Our group
was a well-oiled machine by now. Annah was able to read the real purpose
behind the chat without the slightest signal.
I stuffed the severed head in a fresh sack. Not much of a conversationalist,
but good enough for my purposes, I suppose.
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Voorsha glanced up at me. "Hello... again. What can I do for you?"
"I've killed that gehreleth for you.
He looked surprised but quickly recovered, and his throat bobbed with a
heavy swallow. "Uh... that's great. Good job."
"You said you'd make me your partner. I'm ready to collect."
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