"Shut up." Chang Chang bellowed. "Tralk, talk to me."
Tralk peered at the parchment before him. "Who the frip is Ju Fengilong the Elder?"
"Ain't he the king of Tarwin?"
Chang Chang frowned. "I thought he was that defiler from Nibenay."
But the fourth one, Fa Mu noticed, had a faraway look on his face as he spoke very, very softly. "That's one of the guys that ruled during the Green Age."
Tralk made a snorting noise. "Was that before or after the Orange Age?"
The third one chuckled at that, but the fourth one still looked serious. "Look, this ain't no joke. I knew a guy, right, and he told me all about Ju Fengilong's treasure—that it was all lost-like."
"Was lost." Ju Feng Feng pouted as she said it. "We found it. We earned it."
At that, Chang Chang laughed. "Ah, well, you see, my dear, the whole point of the Black Sands Raiders is that we take that which other people have earned." He turned to Tralk. "Where is it?"
