They've sharpened this skill between them, haven't they? Trading jokes in moments of relative peril.
(This would be more difficult, if not for the power Flint brings around to bear.)
"How much coin do you have?" John asks Flint, over Bertalan's head.
Most anyone can be bought. They'd paid a fair amount to the owner of that little attic room, what's a little more parceled out to another open palm?
"I won a fair amount, as our friend can tell you. Between us we might be able to dispense with the middleman."
The suggestion prompts another desperate twist towards freedom, thrashing hard enough that a man might be unseated if he weren't secure enough in his grip—
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(This would be more difficult, if not for the power Flint brings around to bear.)
"How much coin do you have?" John asks Flint, over Bertalan's head.
Most anyone can be bought. They'd paid a fair amount to the owner of that little attic room, what's a little more parceled out to another open palm?
"I won a fair amount, as our friend can tell you. Between us we might be able to dispense with the middleman."
The suggestion prompts another desperate twist towards freedom, thrashing hard enough that a man might be unseated if he weren't secure enough in his grip—