So we wait?” asked Severard.“We wait, and we look to our defences. That and we try to find some money. Do you have any cash, Severard?”“I did have some. I gave it to a girl, down in the slums.”“Ah. Shame.”“Not really, she fucks like a madman. I’d thoroughly recommend her, if you’re interested.”Glokta winced as his knee clicked. “What a thoroughly heartwarming tale, Severard, I never had you down for a romantic. I’d sing a ballad if I wasn’t so short of funds.”“I could ask around. How much are we talking about?”“Oh, not much. Say, half a million marks?”One of the Practical’s eyebrows went up sharply. He reached into his pocket, dug around for a moment, pulled his hand out and opened it. A few copper coins shone in his palm.“Twelve bits,” he said. “Twelve bits is all I can raise.
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