“They don’t fight you honorably, two of them when you are alone,” Kell said.
He and Winter winced a little at the reminder of Lowen’s loss. Lowen shrugged.
“Siblin don’t fight another way if we can help it,” he said, taking out his flask and upending it, sipping.
Lowen offered it to Kell, who took it, sniffing suspiciously. His brows went up, appearing pleased. Kell took a sip, and then another, returning it, grunting his approval, nodding. Lowen took it and hissed, looking down as Winter pulled another stitch.
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Regardless of Havish and Leet, they were in Caska for a reason, and he and Winter spent the whole next day unloading the cargo they had and then beginning to load the much larger stack of cargo they would take from Caska to trade down the coast. Kell wasn’t there, agreeing to
