Glix’s eyes narrowed. Oris ahead of him and unaware he was no longer following, he unsheathed his knife abandoning dungeoneering partner and loot sack alike.
“The oaf needn’t know,” he muttered, slipping down the stairs. “A secret snatch needn’t be shared!”
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