Rutabaga looked down at the paper on his desk. "Am I to honestly expected to believe that you wish to join the Guard of your own volition?"
"No, this is orders from Head Assassin," said Fiona. "He wants me to keep an eye on you."
"What for?" Rutabaga asked. "Is he planning to kill me himself?"
"No," said Fiona. "He hasn't been hired to do that, yet. No one has offered the amount he'd accept to kill you personally."
"Shame really," said Rutabaga. "Do tell him I enjoyed his wife's cooking, and while you're at it, tell him I enjoyed his wife."
Fiona looked away with a blush. "I'm sure he knows about that."
Rutabaga got out from behind his desk, and walked around. "I enjoyed you as well. Of course, there is one question that has been on my mind; what does she look like behind the facecloth? I didn't take it off out of respect for your then-current condition. That being said, I have to know what my guards look like. Remove it."
Fiona slowly, and carefully, removed the cloth from her face.
"Nice face," said Rutabaga. "Might give people a smile or two."
"So, what now?" Fiona asked.
"There's a number of things I couldn't do with you due to your injury," said Rutabaga. "That being said...."
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