The place seems like it will serve — certainly it will serve their purposes tomorrow, easy enough to trade dead body for live one on the quiet, and she has seen enough to draw her own conclusions about what's likely to happen to the corpse in question, once replaced. The unscrupulous. In Qarinus, even more options than the usual: Nevarrans do not have a monopoly on necromancy.

This thought is interrupted by Isaac's voice, and she turns slowly to level him with the mildly incredulous gaze of her one eye, its golden blank sister expressionless as ever.

“Imagine,” she says, at length, not quite playing along and not quite not, either, “more than a decade of war and you die of soup.”