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"You realize, of course, that I'm retired?" He glanced up from the roots he was crushing, an oddly impish little twinkle dancing in the vividly Dunmer red of his eyes.
Seem-Ja was a Shadowscale. She'd been trained since her hatching-day in the art of murder, and her heart was as cool and hard as stone—but this dryskin fool was trying her patience. She took a breath and schooled her features, sending silent thanks to Sithis for the difficulty most of his kind had reading Argonian faces. "I realize that you are part of the Brotherhood, and my Speaker has sent a task for you. To refuse it would be..."
"... To invoke the wrath of Sithis, yes. I know." He smiled toothily, toweling his hands and leaning back, his chair giving a little creak. "Not to worry, Sister. I don't plan on offending our Dread Father any time soon. So! Who will it be?" -
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