Glancing first at the gob of spit on the floor and then to the knife on the table, she said evenly. "If you upset the innkeeper, you're on your own."
Shaking her head, she withdrew yet another cigarette. She was beginning to think she was flypaper for freaks. "Good to know you hate slavers as much as I do, but... try and do it with less..." she made a face. "Bodily fluid. It's disgusting. Someone's going to have to clean that up."
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