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"Tough shit," he grunted, circling round to face the rookie with a hardened stare. There was something to be said for Crowell's work ethic, slacking off at a time like this. It was safe to say that none of the words he could use were pleasant.

The urge to wipe that smirk off his face was almost overwhelming, and Nox came nose-to-nose with the rogue then. "Now I think it's safe t'say a man like you ain't joining my crew wantin' to stay a rookie." Did he have aspirations to rise? What lengths would he go to achieve them?

A thought appeared then, morbidly curious of what had left the man in such a state to begin with.