"Ah love. Makes me sick."

"Yes, deny it. Makes squeezing the truth out all the sweeter."

He smiled at her, showing the alternating teeth that were missing from his mouth the, sight of which was usually enough to frighten people off. "Believe me, I've had worse."

Glokta sat in the back of a carriage grimacing everytime it hit a bump in the road and would sent a jolt of pain up his leg. He struck the top of it with his cane and yelled for the driver to be more careful. "I bet they'll have plenty of stairs, the bastards."

"Wait until we've had our little 'chat'. Wouldn't want to throw yourself out because of some silly little rule you made."

Takes note of the apostate.

Pauses. Takes a note on the elf now.

Raises his brow before writing more notes.

Has an assistant join him in writing notes.

Decides to take notes of the dwarf instead.

So much frowning. So much.

Glokta straightened his hat and smoothed out his dark clothes from any creases from the long ride. He gazed out of the carriage, rubbing his injured leg. Soon Vigils Keep would be in sight, and his work would begin.