“Tough night, Rigo?”
“Evening, Captain,” he said, twirling the scepter like a baton. “Lovely night for a promenade.” knave ballbust
Whump.
“Language, knave.” She nudged his forehead with the toe of her boot, tilting his face up. Tears streaked his dirt-smudged cheeks. “The Baron’s scepter. In my hand. Now.” “Tough night, Rigo
“If I see you in my courtyard again, I won’t stop at one nudge. I’ll see if those things can bounce like dice.” ” he said