A laugh began to rise in Styrm's throat, where it caught. He choked on it a little as it died there.
"Lad," he croaked through its corpse, "not a gil's greased' these palms. In fact, my buggered luck would 'ave it, this search--this night--they've jus' 'bout made off with all of me earnins." The dead laugh cracked his lips into the shell of a smile. "Turns out, nothin' costs near so much as gettin' nowhere."
"Lad," he croaked through its corpse, "not a gil's greased' these palms. In fact, my buggered luck would 'ave it, this search--this night--they've jus' 'bout made off with all of me earnins." The dead laugh cracked his lips into the shell of a smile. "Turns out, nothin' costs near so much as gettin' nowhere."
