"You think I care a damn for your broken piss-pot of a town?" thundered Bayaz. And he turned on his heel and stalked across the polished floor towards the entrance, the ringing echoes of his voice still grating from the shining walls, the gliyyering ceiling.
Jezal dithered a moment, weak and trembling, then shuffled guiltily away, following the First of the Magi past the Legate's horrified, dumbstruck guards and out into the daylight.
Before They Are Hanged by Joe Abercrombie
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