Cape Simling changed with the setting sun. The gaggle of commerce gave way to stalking shadows. Each dark corner lent its self to secrets and conspiracy.
Blake watched Haven through his spyglass from a dark window in an abandoned hillside manor. Not a single man from his ship had survived. If he hadn’t been on shore, he wouldn’t have either. The six men he had with him had returned to report little of use. He could only watch and wait.
Rumor about the Al’Ri wielders from the Hunter’s ship were outlandish. Blake didn’t believe the damaged child on Kraken’s ship was powerful enough to kill a Hunter, let alone a whole ship of trained wielders. And especially, not in the way the rumors said. His men would find the Al’Ri survivors, and then he would know the truth. Until then, the bounties would do his work for him.
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