[Xue Yang laughs and sets his newest finds down on a table. Once he is comfortable on the cushion, he pulls them into his lap, one by one. What? Was Linhardt expecting comfort?

As for the titles, the following probably give some insight into his demented mind: Medieval Torture Methods, Poisonous Plants of Eurasia and Vascular Systems in Mammals.]

Who said they didn't try to make amends? [He snorts.] I kept the city where I was staying surrounded by corpses and talisman. Anyone who tried to sneak in and kill me likely found the hoard and joined them.

[By dying.]

Did you screw up that badly?