Jim tried to smile but found it difficult, and Anni was starting to creep him out a little.
Plus realising that he'd probably been sleeping in a room with he slig who beat someone up this badly wasn't helping to lower his fear like he'd have hoped when finding only mudokons out here.
He didn't really know what to say. He traced back through the conversation to something he could understand a little better.
Jim: "Uh, uh... What do you mean, from the Cartel? Aren't all... Aren't all sligs working for the Magog Cartel, or something?" He hoped she wouldn't bring the conversation back round to... whatever she'd said. He'd never connected with (or really understood) the spiritual types. His life was all iron walls, heavy beatings and never ending fear of when he'd next encounter a guard.
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