The busker continued his street-show of axe-juggling and acrobatics as the stiletto hovered under Mitta’s chin.
Skullis prepared to thrust. “No gemcutting dwarf crosses the Death Guild!”
A thrown axe lopped off his hand.
“No?” the dwarven busker said pulling Mitta into a run. “Well then, how about an entertainer?!”
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