“That’s allowed,” she said. He did not extrapolate. The screech sounded again. “That’s it,” Amaranthe said. “Up to the beams.” She ran to the bunks and shook Maldynado and Books. Maldynado groaned and stuffed his head under his arm. “What time is it?” Books sat up, his beard sticking out in all directions. “Early,” Amaranthe said. “We need to make a short trip.” A scuffle sounded from above as a climbing Akstyr reached the top and threw himself over the beam. Books mumbled under his breath but grabbed his boots and headed for the swaying rope, apparently accepting the need to do so without a
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