Ramirez shoved his asp into one's mouth, so hard the dull tip showed through the back of its throat. He traced the outline of my bra with the tip of one finger. Apparently, it was his hat sitting in the chair by the door. And the yelling? Ramirez said.
I took a forkful of an unrecognizable vegetable, then realized it was sweet potatoes. as another type of undead from any that I'd ever heard of, then another necromancer might be nice to have around. I tried to take a few calming breaths, but the smell came thick on my tongue. I'd finally found out what had happened to some of the skin the flayed ones had lost.
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