The Jagerkin: who knew they had such a passion for matchmaking? (and such a lack of talent at it)?


“He iss boy, hyu iss gorl. Vhat more could hyu vant?”

“How about a pulse?” she indicated the man in question. A rather well-preserved mummy in their current oubliette. He had fantastic bone structure, but then… all he was was bone structure. “Or flesh?”

“Hokay, so he needs a liddle of de fixink opp. Since vhen is dot new?”

“I don’t have the equipment, and I’m not exactly certain he’ll be worth the bother. That, and I’ll essentially  be his mother. That’s incest. Euw.”

“Hokay. So dere is more dan vun liddle flaw to my plen…”

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