Shadowkill

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The big woman grinned, held out her hand as Kizra came into the waiting room. “Thought so. Anyone that’d pick me, she’d pick you. Noticed the rest, huh? They pretty much of a type, yes? Easy to figure the sort of nakaweeks settled this world, huh. Minute I saw ol’ whitehair up there I had me a baaad feeling, maybe Shimmaroh’s jail would’ve been better. A weel a weel, there’s no going back.”