I’m going to die hereRight now. I just want to go home.But the Ristroan didn’t confront Chorl. Instead, he grabbed the foreigner by the neck and hurled him into a pile of rubbish heaped at the mouth of the same alley the big man had emerged from. Then he turned to Chorl and said in passable N’naradin, “Son of bitches like that give foreigners a bad name. Did he hurt you?”
Chorl shook his head. “Thank you. No, I’m fine. I think he would have killed me if you hadn’t got here.”
The Ristroan nodded. “Could be. Things have gone to s**t since the blockade.” He paused. “Some people might think help like that would be worth a little tin.” He smiled.
Chorl hesitated, then nodded again. “Yes. Yes, of course.” He reached into his shirt and grabbed four Three-Sides. A lot more than he’d meant to, b
