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Shining Shining Puff
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“Why are you following me?” I ask.
> “I’m not, and I was about to ask you the same question,” says Mister Disotto, wiping his sword clean on the stabbed man’s shirt.
Both of the highwaymen are still alive. The stabbed one is slowly bleeding to death and struggling to breathe, and the other is knocked out, bleeding more mildly from his mouth.
“Why would I be following you?”
> “It is not an accusation, sir. Merely an observation. It seems we’ve both gone in the same direction, and there needs not be suspicion in that.”
“Why did you help me?” I ask. I don’t feel the need to thank him. I could have handled it myself.
> “You were in need to it,” says Disotto, sheathing his rapier. “You appear to be in pain, and rightly so. You should seek medical attention, however I fear I am not qualified to give it. Should you need accompaniment, I could offer that.”
“I got you kicked out of the inn. Why would you want to help me?”
> “Amid my evening patrol, I came to realize that my behavior there was not in accordance with the manner of a civilized gentleman,” he says, “and I now realize that I was, in fact, in the wrong. I do not fault you for upholding your word to the innsman.”
I’d never expect a man as pompous as him to admit to being wrong. I don’t know what to make of him. I also need to decide what to do with the highwaymen.
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