He and Linsora were opposites like that. She was hard on the outside and soft on the inside, and while he maintained the pliable demeanor of somebody who thought carefully before speaking, he knew—
A sharp tap on his shoulder interrupted his thought.
In all of the chaos of the Carratian markets, Permac failed to notice another Peace Officer approach him.
“Excuse me, sir,” he said. Permac turned and was startled to see the officer in front of him. Reflexively, he looked down and used what Linsora liked to call his demonic powers of emotional control to send a wave of trust toward the officer.
“How can I help you?” he asked.
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