Her hair was still a cropped, tangled mess, but she’d cleaned up otherwise, and that fancy armor couldn’t have been cheap. Then his gaze drifted to the woman on her left, in round glasses and a dress with a high, furred collar. And how close they stood to one another. Hmph, he thought, looks like I was right about her tastes. “Anakoni?” Mari said. “It is you! Do you remember me?” He inclined his head. “Impossible to forget. Seems like everyone from that voyage is coming back around to Mirenze. First it was—” He fell quiet, biting his tongue. “First who?” Mari asked. Anakoni shook his head. “Nobody. I…thought I saw Felix, in a crowd, but it wasn’t him. What brings you to the docks?” “Passage,” Nessa said. “Everyone says the Iona’s Sunset is the only hauler bound for Winter’s Reach, and we need to get there.” “We can pay,” Mari added. “And you know I’m a hard worker.” He took a deep breath, glancing up to the ship. And to the forecastle, where a burlap curtain fluttered behind a porthole.
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