“That was nice of you,” Tippish said as Delegado walked by.
“What?” the half-orc asked, scowling.
“You talking to that boy,” the mayor said. “I saw his face, I could figure it out.”
“I was telling his not to loot the corpses, you fur-brained nitwit,” Delegado growled. “Now stop blabbering to me, I have work to do.”
“Yes, you do,” the mayor said, not bothering to hold in a grin. “We have a lever in place to move the central beam so that we can get to the inn’s basement. Aside from the obvious provisions we think someone may be trapped in there.”
“Point the way,” Delegado said, flexing his muscles.
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