“Nikoros, your job this afternoon is to say yes to anything that comes out of my mouth. The more you rehearse… — Scott Lynch

“In my dreams I sign chits and file papers,” Nikoros muttered. “Then I awake to sign real chits and file real papers. I imagine my grave marker will be carved as a writing desk. ‘Here lies Nikoros Via Lupa, wifeless and heirless, but gods how he could alphabetize!’”

Are you really that arrogant, that logic is as optional as a fashion accessory for you?

“You need money that badly?”

“As a tool, certainly. Its application is simple and universally effective.”