Slowly, carefully -- leaving the hand with the knife in it where it was, he wasn't stupid -- he dropped the whetstone into one belt pouch and reached into another. He came up with a small bag and held it out to her, held it by the neck between index and middle finger, palm turned up and waiting for the case.
"...y'gonna count it? 'cause I've no reason t'roll you f'such a pittance."
"...y'gonna count it? 'cause I've no reason t'roll you f'such a pittance."
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