Zoroka returned to her seat and poured whisky into her glass. She lifted her eyebrows at Zig as she held out the bottle for him to take. She regarded each man in turn.This was a mission that required subtlety, a trait she didn't think either man possessed.
Zug Zug the barbarian had the emotional range of a potato and, quite possibly, the same intellect. While a healer, his behavior might cause more swords to be drawn than necessary. She had no use for that.
And Zig. If ever a brothel needed raiding, perhaps she'd look him up. But again, far too loud and flashy for her needs. He might prove useful... But not for a mission of this importance.
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