rubbed his stinging eyes. “What are you doing slumming in Fiskar’s Market? Finding more noxious ingredients for your potions?” Nikulo moved the jar away from Talis. “No…nothing of the sort.” He frowned, and pursed his lips. “Why are you holding a feather?” “It’s for Mara. Why are you hiding that jar?” Talis gave Nikulo a determined scowl. “Oh this?” Nikulo glanced around at the jar he was holding. “Just ingredients.” He fidgeted, constantly glancing at Shade’s Gate, the way to the upper part of the Naru where Nikulo lived. “Ingredients? What for? Weren’t you at the poison merchant?” “Poison?”
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