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“You should know that the healing water only works inside the walls of the cathedral.”
> “It’s not far, is it?”
“No.”
> “Then what’s the problem? I can get you into Roztown anytime you’d like. Just tell Maria Mayweather you’re a friend o’ Fat Andy. She’s the lovely lady who shouts profanity at people when they approach the city.”
“Thank you. Have you seen anyone else? And of the other Heroes?”
> “Amos and I had a bit of a falling out. He figured his gold digger of a ladyfriend was more important than me old mum’s funeral. Ah… I know I’ll forgive him someday. I can’t stay mad at nobody. Just hurts. You know?”
“Yeah…” I trail off, and my thoughts go to someone else. “What about-”
> “Misco?”
He knows who I mean before I confirm it.
> “Dead.”
The room seems hazy. Hazier than it was, anyway. “Dead?” I say.
> “Gee Lynx, I… I didn’t mean to phrase it so harsh. I know you were, you know, sweet on him and all that.”
“That was a long time ago. What happened to him?”
> “He sent me a bird one day out of the blue. He said his wife-”
“Wife…?”
> “Yeah, his wife. He said some bandits took her and he wanted my help. You know how he was. Didn’t trust his own self much less the city guard. So we went to fetch her back. Well, we found her. It’s… it’s not easy to say how we found her, but let’s just say there was nails and wood and no clothes. He flew into such a rage that he didn’t see that it was a trap. There weren’t no bandits, Lynx. Out ‘round the bluff road Rufio Ortise.”
The name strikes like a whip.
> “That Ortise started rattlin’ off a list of crimes our old boy was said to commit. Theft, murder, affronts to Avigrade’s holy justice or some old rubbish. Before old Joto Misco could run off, the White Dragon put a lance through his heart.”
“How did you escape?”
> “I lamed his horse and ran. I weren’t so fat back then, Lynx. His men went after me, but I got up in the rocks where the horses couldn’t follow. Up there’s where I met me boss. He kept me safe, and I started up as his axeman, hauling barley and cuttin’ wood-”
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