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Baradakhus' looked at the man in front of him. Obviously this person was trying to see if he could get anything from his eyes, but...Baradakhus' eyes were bright, bright with the images of slaying this man. Hey, a guy needs contingency plans, and slicing and dicing was a great contingency plan. "So, you're a stubborn one," Baradakhus said, "Well, I guess I'll have to tell you what business Ara and I have together: No business. None at all. I was hired buy the lizard friends that I have over in scale-town. But that could change anytime, honestly. Your father could hire me for more, or Ara's bounty could be raised. And, before you ask how I know who you are, ask yourself this; how do you not know me? I've made a name for myself.

"You know what? I'll just cut to the chase. This first time that I came to this city, what, um...ten years ago? Yeah, I profiled peoples of interest. When I came back a week ago for a contract, not the one of the lizards, mind you, I sought out those peoples of interest and saw if they changed any. And, then, here we are now. You know, this wouldn't happen. I mean, this man-hunt, or even the king's death, if this city had a democracy. Where there is no monarch, there is no king, queen. They have it good in the west because they don't have monarchies. Well, the elves there do, but not our species of Homo sapiens.

"Does that answer your question Anrik? Does it make you feel safe that I could betray Ara, that I could betray anyone? And I could do it too! I have no emotional investment in this retarded city, or Ara, or the lizard-folk. I am a sociopath, I guess, because all there is for me is the money." And then, after that little rant, "God...the elves in the west though...the sex is great...great but kinky. I might go there again after this."