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just hope it doesn't. Nothing's happened for years." Stammel sighed and changed the subject. "What did you get from the sack of Rotengre? Wasn't that your first?"
"Yes," said Paks slowly. "It was."
"Didn't like it, eh? What about it?"
"It was—everyone shoving and yelling and breaking things. I—I can't see breaking up good furniture for the fun of it, and tearing things and spilling wine all over."
Stammel chuckled. "No—I suppose you wouldn't. But surely you found something for yourself."
"Oh, yes. Some unset jewels, coins, a jeweled dagger, and a length of embroidered silk. I'm keeping that for my mother. I was thinking of keeping the dagger, but it looks silly with these clothes."
"Couldn't you have found some finery to go with it?"
Paks snorted, then laughed, remembering the militia primped up in velvets and laces. "Well, sir—I looked at some of the others—and it just looked silly. And besides, .Jh