Without seeming to move quickly, Duran seized the tour owner by the shirt, ripping the material in one gnarled fist. A keen blade in his hand shattered the thin moonlight. "I’d say I got me a walkaway working here tonight." the ork told him. "I slit one more throat, ain’t going to matter." He pulled Hurley closer. "Not to anyone else, and damn sure not to me. You scan?"