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Graym nodded. "He's not a bad lot. Wanted to kill us or
jail us, but face it. Who wouldn't?"
Fanris, on his other side, said, "Can't we just let him
go?"
Graym stared at the road. "He's expected. We were paid
half in advance. We can't just two-step into Krinneor - "
"Do we need to go there so bad?" Fenris asked softly.
Graym looked back at the cart, bouncing easily with
one barrel of ale and no supplies. "It's all we've got left."
They walked in silence, watching Darll try to teach
Jarek to juggle. The mercenary, even while mocking Jarek's
efforts, had a hand affectionately on the man's shoulder.
The road cut through a pass and angled to the left.
Jarek sniffed the air. "I smell something funny."
"That's the sea, boy," said Graym.
But Darll looked troubled. "I didn't know there was an
arm of the sea here."
"A port city," Graym explained. "Not just rich, but a
trade center. We're nearly here. Beyond this curve, we'll see
the road on the shore, probably a lovely seaside view, all
the way to Krinneor - "
They rounded the comer.
The hill plunged down to a sandy beach strewn with
rocks. The road ended, half-covered with sand, sloping
down into the water and disappearing. Ahead was water, all
the way to the horizon,.a new sea, still gray with the silt
and mud of the land collapsing and the waters rushing in.
A half mile out from shore, a group of battered golden
spires stuck upright, barely a man's height above the waves.
Gulls were nesting on them
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