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Reyko Wothon shook his head in disbelief as he finished listening to Cas tell his story. “I came out here looking for the excitement I couldn’t find in the engine room of a battle cruiser, no luck there, and you manage to stumble into the middle of Valen Massio and Locken Grafto. Talk about lucky.”
“That’s not how I’d describe it,” Cas said, his attention on the deep gash in Reyko’s arm he was stitching up using the first aid kit supplied by the bartender of The Starry Sky. On the seat next to him was the package that had cost his brother his life, and caused him an enormous amount of trouble; for all the trouble it had generated, the package was surprisingly small, just four inches square and a couple of inches deep. “If you’re after excitement, though, how about you come with me to
