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I’ll help, Cribal, that’s a pro sails an’ I been doing that for years -

Where’d he go?

Ah, never ht a lesson, Feluda Co for the door -

Sittin’ alone don’t do no woood, sweetheart Let a decent man take you away from all this…

Seren Pedac frowned, looked up at the figure looht , even as she scowled and turned away

‘Nothing worth its spit is being said here, lass You want to drink Fine, jus’ sit and drink All I was offerin’ was a quieter place to do it, is all’

‘Go away’

Instead, theJus’ another Letherii? Asked myself that once and once only No, I think, not this one So I ask, and someone says "That’s the Acquitor, Seren Pedac Was up at the treaty that went sour Was under contract with Buruk the Pale, the one that hung himself and damned if it wasn’t her that found him all fish-eyed and fouled" And I think, that ain’t an easy thing No wonder she’s sittin’ there tryin’ t’get drunk an’ it’s not working’

She fixed her gaze on hi him clearly for the first tith and the hue of polished iron His voice sounded again in her head, confir what she saw ‘You’re no Letherii’

A broad sht, and, no offence, but glad of it’

‘You’re not Faraed Nerek Tarthenal Not Fent, either, not even Meckros-’

‘What I a way from ho an offer, but it needed to be done in quiet Private-’

‘I’h I’d considerif it was to happen the way you think Iher closer as well

Her smile ironic, she tilted over the table until their noses were al ‘I can’t wait’

He withdrew a fraction ‘Lass, you’re a breathin’ vineyard All right, then, listen We got ourselves a boat-’

‘We?’

‘A boat, and we’re leaving this pock-on-Hood’s-ass of a kingdom’

‘Where to? Korshenn? Pilott, Truce? Kolanse?’