Chapter 87
"The round goes to me!" cackled one of the younger slavers, an already balding man who went by Yomi. Sparr had watched as the men drank and played at gambling. Now, grinning a broken smile, the man swept a pile of tokens his way. The other men only grumbled, but the leader, Denn, grew suspicious. "Lots of rounds have gone to you." The younger man wasn't easily cowed. He smiled at Denn, making a show of counting and pocketing the tokens. When the leader abruptly stood, Yomi stood with him, still smiling, hand at his blade. Sparr had seen similar confrontations half a dozen times. Violence was rarely distant on Kaybe, but neither was a desire for self preservation. Denn spat, but looked around for something more pressing. His eyes found Sparr. "You!" he shouted. The slaver strode toward h
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