The boy shook his head. “Amoro Renkati?”
“Yes, that’s who we’re here to see. Are you taking us to him?”
He stepped back and beckoned.
Thayu and the two guards moved closer behind me.
“Tell him to get his master to meet us here, Delegate,” Telaris said, his voice low.
“I don’t think he speaks Coldi.”
Telaris pushed to the front and spoke in various languages, neither of which changed the blank look on the boy’s face. When Thayu offered him her translator, he bolted into an alley between two houses. He stopped at the end.
Evi and Telaris exchanged looks.
“Mashara advises the Delegate to wait here or go back,” Telaris said. “If this man wants to talk to the Delegate, he will have to come to the gamra island.”
Sensible, so sensible. I understood their position, totally.
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