“Hmm,” hummed the lady of the Silver Coin. She paused for a moment, perhaps to analyze Taulif’s lies deeply, then asked, pointing her cane in the air around her, “Do you hear that, Taulif?”
The thief pricked his ears, trying to pick up on any new sound or noise. He could hear one or two ravens cawing in the distance but failing pin anything out of the ordinary in a cemetery at night, he asked back, “Hear what, Madame?”
Lena replied, this time in an antagonized voice, “The sound of absolutely zero fucks that I give to your answer."