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"People are missing," Jardena said. "Old promises were broken. Your maps involve Halmar. Why?"
She did not sleep. At midnight she walked the quay and locked the chest in her office, calling in her steward, Toman—solid as a boulder and loyal as the harbor's breakwater—and a few trusted fishermen. "We must find Locke," she told them. "If those maps return what was taken, someone will move to claim it." mistress jardena
They found Locke in the south market, where the lanterns burned bright and the traders bet on storms. He had the draw of a man who had traveled the world and left crumbs of himself everywhere: a laugh that sounded like a bell, scars that told no story, and a stare that measured people’s fears like coin. When Jardena stepped into the market, the air seemed to tighten. He bowed. "Mistress Jardena," he said. "Your sea calls you home again." "People are missing," Jardena said
"People are missing," Jardena said. "Old promises were broken. Your maps involve Halmar. Why?"
She did not sleep. At midnight she walked the quay and locked the chest in her office, calling in her steward, Toman—solid as a boulder and loyal as the harbor's breakwater—and a few trusted fishermen. "We must find Locke," she told them. "If those maps return what was taken, someone will move to claim it."
They found Locke in the south market, where the lanterns burned bright and the traders bet on storms. He had the draw of a man who had traveled the world and left crumbs of himself everywhere: a laugh that sounded like a bell, scars that told no story, and a stare that measured people’s fears like coin. When Jardena stepped into the market, the air seemed to tighten. He bowed. "Mistress Jardena," he said. "Your sea calls you home again."
