you—ho, I recognize that gorgeous fellow.” “I imagine so,” Amaranthe said. The wanted poster featured the picture the woman in the ink shop had sketched of him. This version came with a few words at the bottom: Maldynado Monticzhelo, Wanted Dead or Alive: 250 ranmyas. “Two hundred fifty ranmyas? That can’t be right.” Maldynado raked his fingers through his soft brown curls. “My last hair cut cost more than that!” “I see you’re regarding this with the utmost seriousness,” Amaranthe said.
