When the halfling turned away without saying any words he felt relief. To think he asked me what was up my butt. Beranhond thought. He wanders around as if he is king of all and more knowledgeable it knots than a sailor used tying up knots blindly in the middle of a storm. Beranhond had met people like him before at the Citadel and they were usually not to be trusted more than they could be thrown, though with Beranhond could probably throw the halfling at least half a league. He shook his head and went back to examining Nym's wounds.
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