“Scour the port. Bring me any cargo that you find!” he ordered his men, and then turning to Senlin, said, “If you only knew whom you have troubled with this idiotic caper.” His voice buzzed through the blunt silver tusks of his mask. “I’m not even allowed to kill you, because there is a long and illustrious line of men who want to contribute to your demise. They will have to hold a lottery, I suppose, or draw straws for the pleasure of dissecting you.”
