The Return of the Black Company

Hey, there! Welcome to the city of the dead. Don’t mind those guys
staring. Ghosts don’t see a lot of strangers—at least of a friendly
persuasion. You’re right. They do look hungry. That happens during these
siege things.
Try not to look too much like a lamb roast.
Think that’s a joke? Stay away from the Nar.
Welcome to Dejagore, what the Taglians call this deathtrap. The teeny
brown Shadowlanders the Black Company grabbed it from call it
Stormgard. People who actually live here always called it Jaicur—even
when that was a crime. And who knows what the Nyueng Bao call it. And
who cares, eh? They aren’t talking and they aren’t part of the equation
anyway.
That’s one of them. That rascal there, no meat on him and a skull face.
Everybody around here is some shade of brown but theirs is different. It
has a grey cast to it. Almost deathly. You won’t mistake a Nyueng Bao for
anything else.