”“Then I shall,” Tristan said. Hey, you can't do that, began Fainy. ”“Stand, Hector,” Tristan ordered. Coming home soon.
Docked at the Citadel’s underground pier, what few ships Serena still possessed were beingfrantically loaded with people, goods, and craft tools. “We have the Scroll of the Vigors, but we do not know how to imbue itsForestallment formulas into one’s blood. “Adding more weight to theTammerland’s stern will only make things worse! We’re nearly going down as it is!”“I know!” Faegan answered. It was early evening of the day following the attack on the fleet.
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