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<span class="mu-r"> <span class="mu-i">Interrupt me again and I am going to ship you back to your void-touched country in a jar</span>. Four times this much, next month, on time. We're going to pay for it. You know I have the money. In fact I will <span class="mu-s">double the price</span> simply so you stop <span class="mu-i">complaining like a rat</span>.
And then, clankheart, you're going to go shopping for me, you're going tell your supervisors that I need more of blackened powder, more instructors, more gloves, and certainly more of your oh-so-fine merchandise.</span>
<span class="mu-g"> B-but there's import regulations, export legalities, I c-can't just deliver a crate of Mordenkani to the port, the Watchers would--</span>
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">DO I CARE ABOUT AURELIUS AND HIS WATCHERS? I DO NOT. The Ports are *ours*. The clerks? OURS. And I have enough *friends* in Cestipherion that you can deliver as many void-tinged rifles straight to their warehouses as you want and not. one. soul. will ask any stupid little questions. So you are going to do exactly as I tell you, you are going to stop complaining, and you are going to treat the loss of half a million crowns worth of drugs <span class="mu-i">precisely</span> like I am.
As a minor setback on the long, wonderful road towards a great and glorious future. Frankly, clank-heart, I think it's a very, very small price to pay.</span>
<span class="mu-g">My supervisors won't appreciate this</span>
<span class="mu-r">Your supervisors, clankheart, is going to love it. I'm their new favorite man in Pyther. I'm their rat in the walls. They wanted a seat in the Senate and a pipeline to sell their merchandise?
Why stop there, clanker? I'm going to give them a city. They're going to give <span class="mu-i">you</span>a promotion for the bright wonderful idea you're presenting them.</span>
<span class="mu-g"> You... you're crazy. Don't you people have laws against this kind of thing? T-they tell us not to touch the statues. Isn't it a Raven crime?</span>
<span class="mu-r"> It is a Hound crime, friend, for a violation of loyalty and breaking of a bond. The Watchers would arrest you and hang you from the high gates for twelve days and twelve nights for defacing a storied hero. You spit on the statues of our fair city, you spit on the ashes of the bonfire that warmed you in the night.
But you see: I do not care about the Hounds, or the Ravens, or even the Rat and the bones they scurry to demand as theirs.. For neither and none of them can touch me. My Slicerats *run* this city. And I have all the right friends in all the right places because I ripped out old Steeleye eye and ever since, little clank-man, I've been <span class="mu-i">seeing</span> exactly how the world really works.
So get to it.
We're on a schedule</span></span>
