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Guard 1: Hey, I heard you got eaten alive at cards.

Guard 2: Another night, another patrol with you.

Guard 3: That's just ridiculous. Stupid rats, plague, elixir, bunch of crap.

Guard 4: Go on. Toss that damn rat away. Never gets old!

Thug 1: Cold as a whaler's gaff hand. Fifty years old at least. This guy fought for the Empress.

Thug 2: Forget his old ass, I can't even remember the Empress. We tagged it plain. Under Clavering Street is ours. Come on, what's the take?

Thug 1: Twenty. Plus two elixir.

Thug 2: Looked like 25 to me.

Thug 1: Look here, it's 20. That's five each. Counting Boo.

Thug 2: You want me to check your pockets?

Thug 1: Let it go, kid.

Thug 2: Don't call me "kid". You think you can cheat me?

Guard 5: How old did you say your sister was?