She prevaricated. He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. It suited him to dampen the spirits of any who sought to impose upon him, as these relics of the loathed family of Valade seemed like to do. And, now, to find a messenger.
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