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As Mara stared at the captain, he remembered what Silas had said to hi a rapist If the Wretch got killed for that, why isn’t Favian? He just did that to him Maybe I should tell the Shadows or the Beast Then Favian can die Maybe I can kill him

Favian continued to burn and cut the captain for a long ti Finally, Favian sat back on the table and shrugged “Always the same This lot never talk Must be a scary bunch on the other side of the sea” He stood, wiping his bloody hands on his trousers “Kill him, boy”

Mara looked up frootta kill him?

“You gone deaf over there? Cootta wash up before my next appointment”

Mara walked over to the captain, who looked dead already, slick with blood, skin peeled in places, chunks of fleshforward,with both of his ears Why can’t he just finish him?

Favian walked to the door “Do it then Ain’t no wine to be drunk here”

I hate you

Silas returned to the Gallinule for three days straight, and each time he’d been told to come back the next No other ships had softened to his daily visits Some even threatened him with violence to stop any further attempts

He felt like he’d grown a reputation, and not a good one He clung to the hope that the Gallinule would eventually take hi any more attention to himself – if Favian found out he was back in the city, he’d have so to do

Ale helped take the edge off, all his worries slowly disappearing as the nights went on It’s a sha Accompanied by a headache and nausea

He’d been drinking in the tavern where he had a room, a quiet place with a quiet barht, and the quiet had becos Nothing like betting on two people fighting over soet your own problems

The arena was exactly how he’d remembered it Even the announcer wore the sa I want

A fight was underway Two eoned each other ild hayet tired, or a lucky shot will end it The crowd screamed for one man or the other, likely desperate for their bets to pay Silas had seen a ht once, then upon losing, get beaten and arrested by the guards for de his money back

He scanned across the crowd Everyone was captivated by the fight In contrast, the high-class members at their table looked disinterested Theyto watch over this as the ht in their lives Not even wiped their own arse He continued to scan the crowd One wo Two ressively at each other Looks like they’ll be on stage soon enough

It can’t be Silas stopped scanning It felt like a ball had appeared in his throat that he couldn’t s It’s not him Why would he be here?