So is the man in black. "Throw me the rope," he says.
Inigo lowers the rope and helps the masked man climb to the top of the ledge. He gives him a moment or two to catch his breath. "I do not mean to pry, but you don't by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand?" Inigo asks.
"Do you always begin conversations this way?" the masked man asks dryly.
"My father was slaughtered by a six-fingered man," Inigo tells him.
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Date: 2015-11-10 03:24 am (UTC)Inigo lowers the rope and helps the masked man climb to the top of the ledge. He gives him a moment or two to catch his breath. "I do not mean to pry, but you don't by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand?" Inigo asks.
"Do you always begin conversations this way?" the masked man asks dryly.
"My father was slaughtered by a six-fingered man," Inigo tells him.
"The plot thickens," Autor says, sipping his tea.