"You ever hear of the old adage 'an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure'?" Zoroka nodded after Gorok as he exited the door. "A man like that would render a healer necessary. He would be a bigger problem than asset."
She turned her mercury eyes to Zig. "He can't blend in. I need someone who is at least capable of stealth and willing to learn. The only thing he'd be good at is cannon fodder."
Zoroka gave a humorless smile. "And even I'm not that heartless."
Pouring the hell fire into two glasses, she asked, "So, what brings you back so soon? Run out of things to talk about?"
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