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“What?”
“His Seditious Lot call him ‘My King.’ And the Weldons just described the bunch.”
“The boy running the Blue Lark Guild?” Bast’s brow knitted. “Why would he-”
“I don’t know.” The Nauvree cut him off urgently. “But there’s a method behind everything he does. He did it for a reason.”
Bast shook his head in confusion as he returned to the Weldons. “Well, whomever it was I doubt they got the things you love imported from the Isle. So have your pick and we’ll be on our way.”
The elderly couple wound hands and hobbled to the carriage to peer inside. They selected a few items and the sailors carried them inside for them.
“Sebastian?” Ms. Weldon’s soft voice rose again.
He paused to look at her, waiting.
“Could you take our extra goods to that Boy. To give to the others.”
“The Boy that brought you the Goods?”
“Yes. He says there’s more in the Blue Lark. Plenty more so we should take whatever we wished.” S
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