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→"Servant gossip. Tanrose's mother's servant is the sister of one of Glixius's cooks."

→"Glixius? How did he learn about it?"

→"Everyone knows about it," snaps Makri. "Glixius Dragon Killer was in here asking about whales while you were out."

→"How did you learn about the whale story?" I demand.

→"Feel free to leave the city any time," I respond, and I mean it. We stare at each other angrily for a few seconds.

→"I'm getting fed up of your Orcish insults," she says.

→Makri narrows her eyes. When she does that they have an odd, slanted appearance. Another sure sign of her non-Human untrustworthiness.

→"The Orcish blood. Never trust a person with pointed ears."

→"No one is stabbing you in the back. And what do you mean, you might have expected it of me?" demands Makri.

→"I might have expected this from you. I'm out there doing an honest day's work and the moment I get home I find you stabbing me in the back."

→"I don't know what you're talking about," says Makri, not very convincingly. She really is a bad liar. Faced with a master of the art like me, she's wasting her time. Nonetheless, she doesn't look like she's going to give up the book without a fight. I take a step backwards, and draw myself up to my full height.

→"Because you're trying to get your hands on Tanrose's gold! How did you learn about it?"

→"Whales? You're talking rubbish. Why would I be researching whales?"

→"You're researching whales, aren't you!" I cry.

→"Back off," she says. "I need this book."

→Makri leaps to her feet.

→"Hand it over."

→I take a step towards her.

→"Makri, you are a terrible liar. You don't have a seminar to prepare, whatever that means. If you did you wouldn't have lent me the book."

→I stare at Makri.