This is another snippet from Impcatcher. Tal Djandiss, the Impcatcher of the title, is in the marketplace, talking to his favourite sorceress...
All my attention was on the sorceress before me – I had no warning before a heavy hand slammed into me from behind.
“Where's the Veil, Djandiss?” The voice was angry, harsh and alarmingly familiar. People around us were drawing back, the crowd waiting expectantly in the hopes of violence. I had a nasty suspicion they wouldn't be disappointed.
I'm not small, but I have to look up to Gustav. He stands well over six feet tall, and it's all solid muscle. I'd like to say particularly between the ears, but unfortunately that's not true. Gustav's no philosopher, but he's not an idiot, either. I wouldn't say it in his hearing, but he's good at what he does. Professional. I could have a degree of respect for him, if it wasn't for the nature of the jobs he did, and the people he tended to work for. He never carries a sword; the iron bar he has slung at his belt is more than adequate for his activities.
I drew myself to my full six feet, and stared into his orange eyes. Orcs are violent and aggressive brutes, and Gustav is an exemplary specimen of the race.
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