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... iplomat by necessity. But trade was something else — it required a different kind of face. Not the authority of a voice speaking for a god. The openness of a man offering something you might want.
He practiced the expression on the walk south. Harvin, who’d agreed to serve as guide and cultural translator, watched the Lizardman’s face cycle through various attempts at approachability.
"Stop trying to smile," Harvin said. "Lizardmen don’t smile. It looks like you’re about to bite ...
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