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    A final sweep of the produce sections of the marketplace was agreed on, and Jayce shuffled onward long-sufferingly as Amaranthine interviewed every last potato, turnip, and cabbage peddler about their religious proclivities and traditions. Jayce’s innocuous produce–observance came to a grinding halt when he nearly shat himself at the sight of Viktor two stalls down, examining beets with a gaggle of dark-haired women who were all clucking at him and tugging on his shirtsleeves. He was wearing his mask, but no armor—a scale of undress Jayce hadn’t seen Viktor don in years. Jayce could just barely hear him, unmistakably bantering with the women in his native Zaunite tongue. The women were of varying ages (though in roughly the same range), and their appearances reflected Viktor’s in terms of dark hair and sloping noses. His sisters, Jayce supposed.

    Oh, right, scary dangerous murderer Machine Herald in close proximity to innocent child. Shit. Retreat.

     

    Read: they are dads now. It has not improved their moral compasses.

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