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MISERABLE ROADSIDE
Half-Blade Zhi sat on the ground by the sad little fire, his blade propped against him, dug into the ground. Fires never did well. It guttered against the cold, struggling. It made no difference to him. He didn't feel the cold and hadn't in a long time. It was a habit. If you wanted to sit somewhere, you start a fire. But the lizard-man might have mistaken it for courtesy.
Yes, the lizard-man. The one that was sitting a few paces away, crossed-legged, eyes shut. Meditating. Like a tool. What a load of shit this was. Raiding that tomb had been a waste of time. Plumbing those depths, and for what? A meditating lizard man who didn't even talk.
Some ancient power that turned out to be.
Zhi stewed in his rising annoyance and eventually decided to share his feelings. "Fuck you."