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“That’s right, Orrthu. Even without Shield Larig, I could inflict enough harm that you wouldn’t worry about tomorrow. Ask Larig of my skills with weapons, and I’ll tell you I am better without.” Behind the Crucible, Zeba saw the Shield smile at Orrthu in affirmation and a clear violation of duty.
Aurelias cleared his throat and in a curt tone, interrupted. “Colonel Kissre, permit me to handle the negotiations.”
Orrthu’s screech drowned him out. “You are making a dangerous adversary, miss!”
“You chose the path.” The utter calm of the voice carried more menace than Orrthu’s outburst. Zeba felt the inherent danger and noticed Vitann, for once, didn’t miss it.
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