"They'll be three times that once we leave this room," he says, folding himself down into the space on the other side of the chaise. Turning back the edge of his coat. Shifting the sword at his hip and finding some angle to arrange his knees in that doesn't jam his shins against the low table. Yseult doesn't need to know what cons he may or may not have been swindled by.
"How well is Nina remembered?"
(It had been odd to hear that name again. For some reason, in spite of having discussed the nature of choosing what kinds of truths and reliable lies were best told when under duress, he'd accepted it an entirely original construction for Hasmal.)
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"They'll be three times that once we leave this room," he says, folding himself down into the space on the other side of the chaise. Turning back the edge of his coat. Shifting the sword at his hip and finding some angle to arrange his knees in that doesn't jam his shins against the low table. Yseult doesn't need to know what cons he may or may not have been swindled by.
"How well is Nina remembered?"
(It had been odd to hear that name again. For some reason, in spite of having discussed the nature of choosing what kinds of truths and reliable lies were best told when under duress, he'd accepted it an entirely original construction for Hasmal.)