Or the turbulent markets of Cyrathis seem to be brimming with energy. The shouts of the two vendors mixed with the groans of the machines. As the Roasted Meat and Twelve Emotions continued, Kael walked behind Lyara, his hand grabbing the shiny piece hidden in his backpack. The appearance of the fragment in his possession was like a disturbing pulse. a rhythm that seemed to synchronize with his heartbeat. Each step seemed harder and more deliberate. As a whisper of fragmented power sounded in her heart.
"Are you sure about this?" Kael asked in a low voice. His eyes surveyed the market.
Not intimidated by the multidão, Lyara briefly looked up to him. "Ryn Valtor is the best driver for the job. He knows the Shattered Lands better than anyone alive and has access to things most people are unfamiliar with. Her tone was calm and almost calm as well. It was as if the perilous fossils were just another Tarefa on her list. But Kael felt uncertain about his expression. The slight tension in his shoulders gave way to his calm exterior.
"Do you trust me?" Cale pressed you.
"Do I trust Nele enough to get us up and going?" Lyara ran out of details, and Kael knew he shouldn't insist. One thing he learned from her was that Lyara Vren didn't reveal much of herself. She is a woman who expresses herself, not in words.
Chegaram à Bússola Dourada An old tavern hidden in the shadow of a vast pile of sukatas. A smuggler's paradise. Thieves and mercenaries Cherawa for drinking and smoking The atmosphere was thick with soft conversations and the sounds of various currencies. The customers rolled their eyes violently as Lyara walked onto the floor where Ryn Valtor sat, a button in his lap. He had a drink in his hand and was drooling. His eyes, hidden behind braided eyelids, turned to Lyara as she approached.
"Lyra Wen," Ryn said slowly, her voice low and easy. "I don't hope to see you again after that last favor nearly killed me."
Lyara ignored the jump. Pushing her hips and sitting in front of him, Kael felt a sprain, standing still, the twin logos behind her. The darkness in the tavern was filled with smoke and shadows. But Kael's focus was solely on Rin. This man praises danger. It is a threat that is as calm and calculated as a cobra coiling itself into a gram. Wait for the right moment to attack.
"You are paid handsomely for This 'help,'" Lyara replied, her voice cutting through the snow of the tavern. "And you're still asleep, aren't you?"
Ryn smiled and drank her drink slowly, "Very little, but I'm still here. How are you?
Lyara leaned forward and narrowed her eyes, "Precisamos of his ship. We are in Indonesia for the land of Desepedaçadas."
The mention of the Shattered Lands sparked something cold and cautious in Ryn's eyes. He longed to drink in the gentle Tilintar. "As a fragmented land? You have a death wish.
"Let's go over there," Lyara insisted, with a resolute tomboy. "And we need you to take us."
Ryn leaned back. Cross your arms over your chest. "Then why should I risk my pesto for you? Especially after the last job or qual você me puxou?
Lyara didn't hesitate. "Because you owe me."
Rin clearly has a surplus of confidence. "Did I give it to him? You're brave, Lyara. That 'help' cost me half my men. I still have to pay the consequences.
Lyara remained silent, "You received your money. and there is no more favor It's about something bigger. We are searching for something that possesses everything that moves Ryn. The next piece of Aetherlock is in the Shattered Lands."
Ryn's eyes turned to the backpack Lyara was holding, or the glare of its parts was barely visible on her sobs or the fabric. Or there was a lot of tension between them. "Are you Atherlock?" Her voice was lower now. Her interest was piqued. "It's just a legend."
Lyara took the chicken out of the bag and put it on the table. It vibrated with a soft blue light. It reflected an eerie reflection on the wooden surface. "Is that okay? Mito para voce?" he asked.
Ryn looked stronger as he looked for the piece. His fingers shrank but he couldn't reach them. Instead, he looked for her while he was able to bite her. "Where did you get this?"
Lyara didn't immediately respond and stared at her. "That's not important. It is important that we find other parts. And we must reach the Shattered Lands now."
Ryn fez was silent for a long time before sighing, "Alright, I did this. But being cheap doesn't hurt. Quero or dobro give me the normal taxa for this job. And I won't give orders while we're away. There is no argument.
Lyara's lips curved into a small smile, "Business.
Ryn stood up, waving his jacket, and Kael thought he might be the one losing the negotiation. But then Rin turned to him. Her expression was unreadable. "But one thing, you bastard. I have a reputation to protect and I'm not good with secret passengers. You came with me or Fika to return, do you understand?"
Kael assentiu, embora or observation causes cramping in the spine. He wasn't sure if he should look relieved or frightened. Either way He enveloped the stage a lot.
Ryn looked at Lyara one last time, "Doca 7, morning. Are you there? Don't worry, I'll be waiting."
As Ryn was stunned, Lyara exhaled slowly, Kael virou for her, with a crazy testa. "Do you really trust him?"
Lyara's cheeks softened for a moment before she concealed them with a cold smile. "Ryn Valtor was Kael's channel, but he's the best we have," she paused, her eyes scanning the dark interior of the tavern. "And if we're lucky He will take us all the way to the Shattered Lands."
Kael isn't sure "managed" is the exact word for him. But he continued that night. The weight of the next day was already weighing on his shoulders as the Shattered Lands awaited us, and with Ryn Valtor out of control, Kael felt the stage ahead would be more dangerous than anything. that he had ever faced.