The sounds of heavy footsteps and the creaking complaints of the old wooden dock accompanied the brute. The heat waves hid him just enough that the captain might have fooled himself into thinking that whatever-it-was wasn't really that big, but as it approached, the wishful thinking fled. Which wasn't a bad idea, in all honesty.

"Boss want to go to Lus-tree-ah. He be here in a bit. Me an' him, two silver." He held out a massive hand, the two gleaming coins looking tiny as sequins in comparison. A diminutive grey-green head poked over the ogre's shoulder, the comically oversized nose and ears completely at odds with the psychotic glitter in its tiny, beady eyes. A bite mark blemished, and nearly obliterated, the right ear, and a dirty blue rag was tied on like a hat.

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"There are three kinds of plan. The fast plan, the good plan, and the sneaky plan. The fast plan works because by the time anyone knows you're there, you're already stabbing them in the face. The good plan works because they know you're going to stab them in the face, but they can't do anything about it. The sneaky plan works because while you were listening to me explain all this, I stole your sandwich."