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. Fair pleased with himself, old
Chance was, and acting like I should thank him.
Outside the window, high up in the sky, I saw the two
moons - the red and the silver - shining brightly. Chance
had barred the door, lighted only the few lamps we needed
to see what we were eating. The swords-woman told me
that her name was Alyce. She said she was a mercenary's
daughter, that since her father's death she'd taken up the
family trade, hired her sword to merchant caravans needing
to make their way through the goblin-haunted passes of the
mountains ringing the Plains of Istar.
Now some might think that mercenary work is a strange
way for a woman to keep herself in sapphire necklaces, but
I had no reason to doubt that Alyce was capable of the
work she claimed to do. She'd gotten up behind me quickly
enough, and that fine jeweled sword was no stranger to her
hand, but, for all that, I'd heard no reason to believe that she
knew more about Kell's whereabouts than anyone else.
"Well," she said, tucking into a second helping of
mutton with a wharf man's appetite. "There's not much I
can do to convince you that I know where Kell's hiding -
except to say that a friend of mine tracked him to his lair
not longer that two weeks ago
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