Dogberry folded the paper, done with the article. The Drowning Wench was quiet at the moment. And once he had been told to keep his nose out of it, he'd be sure to defy his orders and investigate anyway. He placed a stack of gil on the table and rolled the paper up tight. Maybe he'd get lucky and get to thwap a violent drunk with it. He put on his hat and made a note to inquire about the murders at Maelstrom Headquarters. And once he had been told to keep his nose out of it, he'd be sure to defy his orders and investigate anyway.
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No Gods and Precious Few Heroes
