approached Wank . “ What is it ,” Wank asked . “ Soap .”
Somewhat more than an hour later , Wank looked positively human . His mop of hair had been cut and groomed , his facial hair trimmed and sculpted , his grunk gone . No smell about him was recognizable as his own . Nothing about his look , as he posed before a standing mirror , said ‘ orc ’ to him , or even ‘ half-orc .’ He wore black pants made of something lighter than canvas , thicker than cloth . The dark shirt was tight fitting , but flexible , non-restrictive to his movements . The boots were leather . The daggers were sturdy with leather-bound grips firmly attached to sharp , shiny blades . He thought the skull cap a bit too much , but silently admitted he had a bit of an inhumanly pointed crown .
“ She was supposed to be here an hour after me ,” Wank said .
Miso , who sat with heavy arms resting on knees , replied , “ It ’ s been almost two . Was she still working on the disappearances ?”
Wank had no real idea of what she was working on . As he continued to admire himself , he replied , “ Dunno .”
Miso grunted , bowed his head , and with some effort , stood . “ She was determined to get into the assayer ’ s office … after hours , if you know what I mean .”
Wank hadn ’ t the slightest idea what he meant , but asked , “ Is that the building just around the point on the opposite side of the road ?” “ It is . Why ?” “ I saw her ducking into that alley as I was ducking into one on this side of the point . Guessing I was her diversion .” “ Well , the way you looked , certainly you would draw
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