Likely not.
“Are there any of your buddies left who would tell me? I’m still willing to pay. Or help you find the dark elves that did that.” I pulled Nightshade away from his neck and pointed it at the bundle of the dead.
“Screw you.” His voice was weaker now, the puddle of blood on the floor larger. “And screw those idiots… for working with those evil bastards…. Saw this coming. Why didn’t they?”
I was debating if I should hunt for a first-aid kit and call an ambulance when he drew his last shuddering breath. I sighed, cleaned and sheathed Nightshade, and wiped my face. My fingers came away damp with blood, and as my body cooled, I grew aware of the injuries I’d received.
“Guess I don’t need to show up at Pariah’s office until 8:30,” I muttered.
It was 8:07 when I arrived at the unas
