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the most important - indeed, the only - part. Thus Zlorf's broad, honest face was a welter of scar tissue, the result of many a close encounter. It probably hadn't been all that good-looking in any case- it was said that Zlorf had chosen a profession in which dark hoods, cloaks and nocturnal prowlings figured largely because there was a day-fearing trollish streak in his parentage. People who said this in earshot of Zlorf tended to carry their hats.
He strolled down the stairs, followed by a number of assassins. When he was directly in front of Ymor he said: "I've down from the darkness among the rafters.
"One step more and you'll leave here with fewer eyeballs than you came with," said the thiefmaster. "So sit down and have a drink, Zlorf, and let's talk about this sensibly. I thought we had an agreement. You don't rob- I don't kill. Not for payment, that is," he added after a pause.
Zlorf took the proffered beer.
"So?" he said. "I’ll kill him. Then you rob him. Is he that funny looking one over come for the tourist.""Is it any of YourYes. Gringo, Urmond - take him."Two of the assassins stepped forward. Then Stren was in front of them, his sword appearing to materialise an inch from their throats without having to pass through the intervening air."Possibly I could only kill one of you," he murmured, "but I suggest you ask yourselves which one?""Look up, Zlorf," said Ymor.A row of yellow, baleful eyes looked