The thing about being covered in blood, even the most inept people notice when you're pushing a bound prisoner down the street in front of you.
"Taking this prisoner to Lord Guur." I said.
"You mean Mayor Guur?" the guardswoman asked.
"Get out of the way and I won't mention you called him that." I said.
"Wait!" called the man. "Check my left pants pocket. I have an insignia ring, marking me as one of the secret enforcers. I am Thurio of Montu's Glory..."
"I'm not paid enough to care." she said. "This one, we know." she said, gesturing at me. "Seems to me that a conflict between the two of you is Guur's problem, not mine. Be along, now."
Thurio snarled at me. "If you leave me with him, he'll drag me into an alley and slit my throat."
THAT got her attention. "Is that true?"
"Of course not." I said. "Enforcer or not, I mean to turn him over to Lord Guur."
"And you are still a Speaker of Truth?"
I could make excuses. I won't. There are people with more complicated lives than I have, and yet they publish daily.
I will do better.
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