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Footsteps crossed the floor above us, and paused at the top of the stairs.
Thomas's gun swiveled toward the stairs. I didn't turn. I covered the doorway.
A voice like out-of-tune violin strings stroked by a rotting cobra hide drifted down the stairs. "Wizard."
"I hear you," I said.
"This situation might be resolved without further conflict. Are you willing to parley?"
"Why not," I answered. I didn't turn away from the door.
“Have I your word of safe passage?"
"You do."
"Then you have mine," the voice answered.
"Whatever," I said. I lowered my voice to an almost subvocal whisper I was sure only Thomas could hear. "Watch them. They'll try something the second they get a chance."
"Why give them the opportunity?" Thomas murmured.
"Because we might find out something important by talking. It's harder to question corpses. Switch with me."


Small Favor Chapter 13, Page 105-106