36. Enemy of My Enemy

“Got a friend locked up at the Spire,” the man said. “I got away, he didn’t.”

“His unluckiness isn’t my problem,” Marcus Orn replied.

“He’s Merriment,” the man whispered. “Like me.”

Orn turned around to gaze upon a fortuitous allegiance brewing.

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