As I mentioned, Fat Willie's jokes were always unpredictable. I remembered how, one time at school, a classmate of ours tattled on him to our teacher. Willie managed to slip both a laxative and an emetic into the snitch's coffee, after which he stood in the bathroom and watched the poor guy try to figure out which end he should point at the toilet. An unusual sense of humor, to say the least. Still, I was happy with our meeting. I'd gotten some clothes, some information, and 100 gold...better than nothing. Life was looking up! Sure, I ended up on the ground wrapped in a rug, but that I could live with.
Just then, the door creaked and, judging by the sound of their feet, three people walked in.
"Who was that big guy?" asked a female voice.
"Wild Willie from the Messengers," a deep and heavy male voice answered. "Forget about him. Gerv, what do you think?"
"I'm not really thrilled about what you did, Elina, but what's done is done. The decision is made, and the Hounds of Death have our assurance," said the third voice. It was also masculine, though, in contrast to his friend's, it was quieter and ingratiating.
I had no idea what was going on, but the message I got from my intuition was clear, "You're screwed now..."
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