Vanai sometimes wishedshe were the same way. Come on, you miserable, lazy bastards, Galafrone called to his ownmen. The Algarvians in the paly weiaoff to harass some other fictitious village: the sort of relief Gromheortwanted to see but never would. Every rustle of a mouse scurrying through the grass made him start answir ng his stick in that direction, lest it prove something worse thanmouse.
He didn't know what he would have done hadhe learned Leofslg was dead. In the Six Years' War, Lagoas had fought alongside Sibiu, butthis time around her merchants had loved their profits too well to feel likeshedding any blood. People shouting at oneanother was nothing out of the ordinary in any Algarvian city. No one had ever spoken to Krasta like that in her entire life.
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