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by the shoulder. "'ey, m'lord, are you lookin' for
somethin' friendly?"
"Yes, but I'm not sure-- " I never got to say another word. As I
turned to face the man who addressed me, a fist pounded me in the stomach,
knocking the wind from me violently. I was pushed, shoved, and carried
into an alleyway, where three men hit me further and then carried me in
through a back door into a small room.
A cloth was fitted into my mouth to prevent me from speaking. I was
thrown across a solid wooden table, where rough ropes tied my hands to the
supports. The room was dark, dingy; only two lanterns lit it up. The
three who had carried me in were all large and hairy men wearing the common
clothes of laborers. They tied ropes about my feet, too, but instead of
tying those down, they tied them up to a beam that supported the roof,
exposing my ass to their rough hands.
"He's not a virgin," one said, his voice cracked with the twin abuses
of tobacco and alchol. "Look a' tha' 'ole."
"He's been had by dragons. But he'll do you quite well." I
recognized Brand's voice. What was doing here?
"Dragons?" the one said. "'dor, 'e'll
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