“You have no clue where these brownbones are taking these people?” “What would you do if I did?” he said softly. “Take your black ship to save those who are dying anyway? I would not throw away Meas’s life to save them even if I knew where they were taken.” “Then,” said Joron, “are you any better than them?” Yirrid chuckled, far from the reaction Joron expected to his insult. “Of course I am no better, child.” He heard the officer in the voice once again, the core of keyshan bone that ran through the man. “I was a Hundred Isles shipwife, boy. How many innocents do you think fell to my blade?
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