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Under the pale diode illumination of his secluded apartment, the Weapons Dealer Yargai has drawn a gun - but he has not handed it to you. He is loading a single bullet into the chamber of the side-swung cylinder of a small snub-nosed revolver.
Why should I deal with a dead man walking -
Yargai is asking, as he closes the pivoting crane back into the frame,
- when I could just sell your whereabouts myself to the Vourukasha - who pay well - or the Orationists, who pay better? What can you possibly offer me?
