said the bald man. He spoke with a thick brogue, and though he sounded like a well-traveled sort—his voice showing flecks of various accents—there was nothing in that voice to indicate nationality. “Maybe this time we can chat,” Tavlin said. It seemed an appropriate comment, as the other option was less amenable. Before the man could either answer or shoot him, Tavlin added, “It was you that conspired with the G’zai, wasn’t it—to destroy Taluush?” The man showed no reaction, save a vague hardening of his craggy, pocked face. “You destroyed Taluush, Tavlin Metzler,” he said. “You destroyed it by not cooperating with us. Do you want the same thing to happen to Muscud?” “You didn't give me much chance to cooperate, did you? Anyway, you’re Octunggen, aren’t you? That’s how you communicated with the G’zai. Octunggen can deal with the old races.” The man didn’t deny it. “You know what we want. You know how to get it.” “What are you doing here?
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