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Adrial
“It’s down by the docks. She wasn’t lying about that.” Taddy pointed at the map of the city. “I asked around as much as I dared, and Ena lives somewhere on this street. Though no one said exactly what building, and there wasn’t a sign for her shop.”
“Thank you, Taddy.” Adrial passed the boy another cookie. “You’ve done very well.”
“You know,” Taddy said, holding his cookie as though it were a grand prize, “being your personal apprentice is even better than I thought it would be.”
“Thank you, Taddy.” Adrial leaned back in his chair, staring at the vellum page in front of him. A wide cove and a peaceful blue seascape surrounded the ships of the first Willoc fleet.
Taddy swallowed the rest of his cookie. “And scouting for Ena is very good training. Scribes have to be able to d
