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“You’re right,” Trina said, crossing her arms. “I have no proof.”
She was sitting in her easy chair, opposite Mayor Constatin and Malven, captain of the town watch. To Ono, the fact that Trina’s living room seemed the logical place to convene on the current crisis spoke volumes about her place in Bordertown politics.
“But why should I need it?” she continued. “My judgment comes from years of experience in the field. Shouldn’t that be enough to spur us into action, when our lives are on the line?” The muffled sound of a wailing child rose behind her. She motioned to Kelas, who was shuffling about, pouring drinks for the guests, and he went to attend to it.
Malven sipped from his cup and grumbled. “We already told Serr that Fesso had made some kind of arrangement with the Ints. He did
