~A prevaricator like you has no right to talk in this house!
~Really! A dilletante like you has some right to say that!
~I was not the one who conspired with those heretical beings to swindle such a poor little boy.
~You are still a novice in our trade. Watch your tongue.
~Nonsense! Novice or not, the basic human moral grounds is evident and free for any being to discuss! You people are dirty I say and I have the right to say such a thing!
~Yes, yes. You have complete right. But say, since you mentioned moral grounds, do you think you have an unblemished reputation?
~...
~Why have you turned taciturn? Oh I see, you have no more moral grounds to stand on do you? And to be silenced so easily! You are the most docile thing I have ever handled! Such a weakling...SERVANT!
~Yes sir.
~Escort this gentleman out the door. I am tired of seeing him.
~Will do sir, this way sir.
(Front door opens and closes. Ruffle of fabric.)
~Ah, hmmm. Bed time.
(Creaking. Footsteps. Flames flicker and die. Bedroom door closes. Light scatters across the floor through the gap under the door. Silence except for a little muffled scream.)
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