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THE ASTROLOGER
Valez’Mui was the only state that traded with Ristro without copious tariffs or convoluted laws, so it was easy for Syrina to find a freighter carrying marble and obsidian to take her to the capital of Chamælivishi, near the southern tip of the Ristro Peninsula. She didn’t see any reason for a disguise, instead just settling in to meditate in the hold behind the huge slabs of rough, uncut black and white stone for the two week journey.
She’d never been to Chamælivishi. Although it had been the city she’d been sent to when she’d gone to the pirate nation several years ago, she never made it that far. She could only hope that in the years she’d been away, word had gotten around that a Kalis was working for them now, and she’d receive a better reception than last time. An
