“If that’s so, then why are you so keen for it?” “Sentimental value,” Wayne said. “It belonged to a friend, and it was really hard for him to part with it.” Marasi snorted in surprise at that one, drawing Dechamp’s attention. “Are you the friend?” “I don’t speak skaa,” she said in the ancient Terris language. “Could you perhaps talk in Terris, please?” Wayne winked at her. “No use, Dechamp. I can’t get her to speak proper, no matter how much I try. But she’s fine to look at, ain’t she?”
