So this six actually features my main character, Craven, and Keldirk, a fellow assassin. It is taken from my current WIP, The Grandfather’s Blades.
“When was the last time you used soap?”
“I don’t know, back on the island. Who cares?”
Craven leaned in and sniffed. “I’m surprised that guy last night didn’t smell you coming, I guess all those rotting corpses covered up your stench.”
Keldirk lifted an arm to smell himself. “Is it really that bad?”
“It really is.”
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