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Blackbeak flew back onto my shoulder. “That seemed too easy.”
Fabra patted the tools on the bench. “Everything’s easy when you’ve got the right tools for the job.”
“Was there nothing else that made the task easy?” Shade questioned our acquaintance.
Fabra shrugged. “Well, I was expecting to have it pop out a bit earlier then it did, but lucky for us that didn’t happen, eh? Now then, about that payment.”
Bleat scowled, but the pair walked to the back of the room and began to divvy out the payment. While they bickered like a pair of old hens, I stepped up to Shade and lowered my voice so we couldn’t be overheard by the arguing pair.
“You think something was wrong with the broach before, don’t you?” I guessed as I looked up at Shade.
He nodded. “I do.”
Blackbeak fluffed up his
