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Deep in thought, Szymon missed the flash of irritation in his mate’s eyes. To be fair, though, even if he had seen it he might not have recognized it — that, or he’d have misinterpreted it for irritation at the wolves who had the audacity to lay claim to the coast. “You have done well,” he murmured at last to Rouge, accepting the Atoll’s word as law. Although outright war was his kneejerk response, he could see the merit in waiting for events to unfold organically; he only hoped that Skellige would agree with Doe’s assessment. “Teaghlaigh should be informed about the claim, too,” he added as an afterthought, “so they know to be wary when scouting the northern coast. I will go.” Szymon felt comfortable enough bearing that piece of news himself — and, okay, he wanted to go ask about Arturo’s willingness to join the Blackrock Depths warband in battle. He didn’t know that in mere days everything would change.

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