Literature
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“This is Sleptaas,” the assassin heard a familiar voice say. She was the only person in the tavern, other than the barmaid; a cloaked figure leaning back against the wall in her chair, absently cleaning under her fingernails with a deadly-looking knife. She raised her head at their approach, the shadow cast from her beaked hood giving way to candle light, giving the newcomers a better look at her face. The bounty hunter’s expression was hard to read. She gave no emotion, not even in her eyes, which were a stormcloud blue-gray streaked with golds and greens, burning mysteriously in the half-light. She had plain features that