“I’ve pocketed on Saint’s ledgers from the first day I started sailing under his crest, but I’ve never lied to him.” “What?” I tried to read him, confused. “The last time we were in Sowan, I set fire to a merchant’s warehouse on Saint’s orders. He was a good man, but he was making another trading outfit rich, so Saint needed him to stop supplying. He lost everything.” I took a step backward, watching him. “What is this? What are you doing?” “I’m answering your questions,”
