Cermia reached out, grabbed his head, and yanked. He dissolved into a handful of purple coins—each one stamped with a cracked jester’s face.
The smoke coalesced into a humanoid shape—a jester in tattered silks, with too-wide a grin and eyes like shattered mirrors. He called himself , the Unlucky Crack. epic seven crac
Cermia’s hand drifted to the massive gun-sword slung across her back. “I don’t play with things that bleed smoke.” Cermia reached out, grabbed his head, and yanked