Why not indeed?
“It’s a pretty good scam, Kilbright,” admitted Dhorn. “Wonder why he didn’t let us in on it? Could have faked our deaths.”
“Probably didn’t want to split the payoff three ways,” growled
Kilbright.
Valenya shook her head sadly. “Proving my point.”
Kilbright ignored her. “Regardless,” he said, “this could not have come
at a worse time. We are both extremely busy men, you know. There are other
matters requiring our attention.” He paused thoughtfully, peering into his
goblet. “Perhaps it would be wise to delay our current Quest. At least until
this business with the Wergild is sorted.” Without preamble, his right eye fell
out of its socket and landed in his wine with a plop.
Valenya stood up quickly, almost upsetting the small table. “What…what…”
Kilbright peered glumly down into the cup. His eye bobbed gently in the
crimson liquid, seeming to glare balefully back at him. “Of course, the Hunt
must take priority. Our own petty legal concerns are of no consequence.” He
looked back up at Valenya, who was pointing at him with a shaking hand. “You
seem troubled, my lady. Is something amiss?” Both of his eyes were now
perfectly normal, if a little bloodshot from fatigue.
“What…what the hell was that?”
Kilbright raised his eyebrows.
“Don’t give me that look! Just now! With your eye!”
“My eye, dear lady? I’m sure I have no idea what you mean.” He smiled
sourly and took a sip of his wine.
Dhorn sidled up to Valenya. “He’s a bit sensitive about it. Best not to mention it, really,” he said.
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