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"Maybe men. Money. Tools. Materials. Equipment if they prove worth supplying. Information if I feel generous."
Bat Bat made a face. "That sounds less like a game and more like badly raised children setting a city on fire."
Mihos looked toward the carriage side for the first time with open irritation. "Who is she? Why is she here?"
Bat Bat brightened. "I am Bat Bat. I am here because I am politically important to my master."
"She is my problem," Sekhmet said before anyone else could answer.
That somehow satisfied no one but Bat Bat and ended that branch of the conversation anyway.
Mihos looked back at Sekhmet. "You want the box. Fine. Earn it."
Seraphiel folded her arms. "Explain the terms before I decide whether to hit you or not."
That was the closest thing to consent he was likely to get from her.
Mihos took it.
