Stout,” Alonzo said. The high brick spire of the Hotel Nennia was visible ahead. He had said nothing for blocks, and now his voice had lost that huskiness that caused Octavia’s heart to race a little faster. Instead, he sounded confident, assured. “Do you, now? If you’re truly in need of more prickling wit and lectures on morality, I would be happy to oblige.” A half smile softened his face. “I will endure her sharp commentary. This is necessary.” She eyed him with suspicion. “Very well.” The hotel lobby was bustling with the evening’s flow of guests. She recognized several people from the airship and nodded greeting. A mechanical dog scampered underfoot and emitted tinny barks. At the far side of the lobby was the other steward, Little Daveo. He wore similar clothes to Alonzo, a brown suit tailored to his small body. “Look! There’s Little Daveo,”
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