Einar gave his queen a questioning look. It was a cloudy moonlight night. Then he gave Tristan a smile. As she knew, craft formulas always stemmed from one or more of the Paragon’s manyjeweled facets.
“I have an idea,” she said. Tel him he's got to clear out of here; I've rented the other desk. No use currsin' and prevarricatin'. Tristan took a swig, then wiped his mouth and handed thebottle back.
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