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“What kind of riches?”

“There’s a cave under the city where I live. The person who used to live there has been collecting gold, art, magical objects, and every other kind of mad shit you can imagine. You can have as much as you can carry if you’ll take my friend out of here. You’ll go home richer than even you ever dreamed of.”

He cocks his head.

“We Grays, we dream big.”

“Well, dream bigger and multiply that by ten.”

He puffs his pipe.

“Why should I believe any of this?”

“Because the woman you’re carrying out of here is the only thing in this whole fucking universe I care about. And I’m trusting her to you. That’s how you can believe me.”

He looks at Hesediel.

“Lovely armor.”

“It’s not for trade,” she says.

“Pity.”

He looks back at me.

“How big is she, this woman of yours?”

“Not big at all. Two of you could carry her.”

He looks back at the mansion.

“I truly do not enjoy the company of our current employers. And I do like the sound of fabulous riches.” He turns back to me. “You know if you’re lying we’ll kill you and the woman, right?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“How do we get home?”

“There’s a maze. You take her through it and you’ll get to the cavern. Take everything you want. Take it all. Then go back through the maze, keeping in mind where you want to go. You’ll see some scary shit along the way, but they’re just illusions. Just keep turning left and you’ll get home.”

“It’s that simple, is it?”

“Just that simple.”

He finishes his pipe and taps it on his boot.

“And there’s enough treasure for us all?”

“More than enough.”

“What about the owner of this vast fortune? Will he or she be coming after us once we help ourselves?”

“The owner only knows me. I’m the one he’ll come after.”

He raises his eyebrows.

“Vicious, is he? Cruel?”

“The worst.”

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