Chapter 53
Ost, wearing a riotously colorful vest, swept forward to embrace him. "This calls for wine!" The timber merchant led Sparr to a cluttered office just off the warehouse floor. Scores of wood carvings, some crude and some masterful, lined the shelves. Two skillfully drawn portraits, one of Aine and one of Sylva, decorated a cramped desk. Ost retrieved a jug of wine and two glasses. "I'm glad you got picked up," he said, pouring a glass for Sparr. "Jance and I both got the word out that you might need a lift." "Thank you. I'm not sure that the barge crew knew what to think of me and Bogg, but they got us here." He sniffed at the wine, which carried a not unpleasant mineral scent. "What did you find there?" Sparr had prepared himself for exactly this question. He could neither speak plain
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