Krage eyed us from a face of stone. “I help you with something, Inquisitor?â€
“Probably not. You’d lie to me if the truth would save your soul, you bloodsucker.â€
“Flattery will get you nowhere. What do you want, you parasite?â€
Tough boy, this Krage. Struck from the same mold as Bullock, but he had drifted into a socially less honored profession. Not much to choose between them I thought. Priest and moneylender.
Glen Cook