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 many jeweled 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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