This isn't happening. Slowly, the pain began to lessen. Caban's grin showed too many teeth. He took one with no intention of drinking; it might appear untrusting-or worse, and either could be deadly here-if he refused altogether, but anything could be slipped into a drink.
He always looked at the dark side, but he was a good sailor. He stumped off after Uno. I did not think the Ways could be used any longer. He spoke of the glory they would have, their names remembered in story and history, in gleemen's tales and bards' songs, the men who found the Horn.
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