The hair on Neithynn's neck stood up on end at the sound of the voice nearby. Without even pausing to look he ducked behind a fruit stand to hide before carefully peering out. That god forsaken bloodless pirate was here. Here in Four Winds. Of all the cursed luck. What had he done to make the fates so angry with him he couldn't guess, though he'd better not forget to credit them with his escape. It had been six weeks now since Captain Bain LeGuile had overtaken the ship he was on, taken him captive and sold him into slavery. He was lucky to have escaped, but now the pirate was here.

What he was hearing, however, was rather strange. The young man seemed to know the pirate - was even on good terms with him... That made him dangerous and he listened carefully to what was being said.


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