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At that, the riverprince barked a laugh, “Ease yourself, mazoi. I am disinterested in taking what one won't give. I need information,” he lowered his lips to the purling water and lapped.

“Names, ranks, routines. Skillsets. Grievances,” His chin was lifted and cleared of river drops. It was groundwork the lord would handle himself if not for being waylaid by his present charge. Toula must remain his focus, and the red mazoi had already demonstrated he was perceptive. He would make for a valuable affiliate, and Rashepses wanted him on his side.

“There is always a price,” he agreed, “what is yours, soldier?”