Stavanger Bay Hail, Brother!

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Weirdly enough, Szymon was happy to see his sister. He wanted her to take notice of the strides he had taken in his life and the progress he had made. And when it registered in her eerie fel eyes, he offered her a roguish grin of acknowledgement. None of the Cairn brood were the same as when they had left Warsaw. Mention of the pale bitch’s name caused an automatic bristling in the black-banded Cairn, whose golden eyes flashed as ginger-tipped hackles fanned to life along his spine. “He is b-busy,” he said, unwilling to go into detail about the Leviathan’s whereabouts, “but I will relieve him. You know I can’t make that ch-choice, Ishi.” Skellige would do as Skellige wished — every Cairn knew that. Turning, Szymon excused himself to find their brother.

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