"Man, woman, gith. I don't care. As long as it rears my inix."
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You say to the burly, face-inked man, in sirihish:
" Now this is all the 'sid Malik gave us in advance. You give it back to him, tell him the job didn't work out. We're not thieves... well, we are thieves, but the point is we're not taking what's his. We'll stay out of his way as best we can from here on in. You'll explain that's best for everyone, okay?"
The burly, face-inked man stands up.
The burly, face-inked man says, in sirihish:
"Keep the 'sid. Use it to buy a funeral. It doesn't matter where you go, or how far you ride, I will hunt you down, and the last thing you see will be my blade."
You subdue the burly, face-inked man, despite his attempts to wrestle away.
You say, in sirihish:
"Darn."
You release the burly, face-inked man and roughly shove him north.
You look north.
To the north is Over the Edge:
[nothing]
You hear someone cry out in the distance.
The gritty, rough man walks in from the east, dragging the tall, muscular man with him.
The gritty, rough man releases the tall, muscular man and he immediately moves away.
You say to the tall, muscular man, in sirihish:
"Now this is all the money that Malik gave us in advance--"
Speaking hurriedly, the tall, muscular man says, in sirihish:
"Oh, I get it! I'm good. Best thing for everybody!"
Grinning desperately, the tall muscular man says, in sirihish:
"I'm right there with you."
