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“I’m concerned.” Limah released his grip on my elbow as the heavy door closed behind us. He ran a scarred hand through his hair and sighed. The proximity of his right hand to his sword throughout our meandering stroll between the tables was not wasted and his casual air covered alertness.
“The drone?” I tousled my hair with my hand and mimicked the wearing of a beard. Limah’s right eyebrow rose as I mouthed the words and amusement lit his lips. Reaching out my hand, I stroked the jagged rocks protruding from the labyrinth wall and tried to count the steps waiting for me between the food hall and my chamber. An uneasy slumber on the lumpy mattress beckoned.
Limah shook his head. “Bracken is a confused old man, Este. You should have let me put him out of his mise
