‘I’m concerned,’ said the bald man in rough leather clothes.
‘About what?’ replied the woman who was sharpening a dagger with a wet stone.
‘It’s never been this hot in the Southern Reaches for this long before. Never before. The lands are drying up, the leaves a coarse and brittle, and food is becoming scarce,’ he said in a dubious voice.
‘So what? It’s not our problem about whether there’s any food or not. Actually makes our jobs easier,’ she replied sadistically. ‘This stone’s shit.’ She threw it away in a hedge, and grabbed another from the myriad of stones in her satchel. ‘This’ll do.’ A smile that emulated her mood grew on her lips.
‘I don’t want our jobs to be easier though. I like a challenge,’ the bald man said, clenching his fists. A concerned look appeared on his face.
‘But,’ the woman replied, looking up at her partner, her subordinate, ‘easier kills, means more gold. More gold means a better chance of moving to Integer.’ The bald man turned to look at her, she stared back with a gaze that made the man feel uncomfortable, ‘and that’s exactly what we’re going to do.’