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"
I
have
n't
got
time
to
look
around
.
I
'm
working
.
"
"
My
daddy
,
"
declared
Everett
,
creeping
up
without
a
sound
,
"
is
one
of
King
Foltest
's
knights
!
And
he
's
got
an
even
bigger
moustache
than
you
!
"
"
Scram
,
kid
,
"
said
Olsen
,
then
sighed
heavily
.
"
Got
any
vodka
,
Geralt
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
But
I
do
.
"
The
learned
man
from
the
Academy
,
pulling
a
flat
skin
from
his
bag
,
surprised
them
all
.
"
And
I
've
got
a
snack
,
"
boasted
Boatbug
looming
up
as
if
from
nowhere
.
"
Smoked
burbot
!
"
"
And
my
daddy
-
"
"
Scarper
,
little
snot
.
"
They
sat
on
coils
of
rope
in
the
shade
of
the
carts
parked
amidship
,
sipping
from
the
skin
and
devouring
the
burbot
in
turn
.
Olsen
had
to
leave
them
momentarily
when
an
argument
broke
out
.
A
dwarven
merchant
from
Mahakam
was
demanding
a
lower
tax
and
trying
to
convince
the
customs
officers
that
the
furs
he
was
bringing
in
were
not
silver
fox
but
exceptionally
large
cats
.
