Essar himself wasn't present in the common room of the Inn of the Three Pirates, but his message reached the trio during their breakfast. Slowly Aryn unrolled the scroll given him by the innkeeper. He recognized the familiar, distinct yet flourishy handwriting. Taking a sip from the mug of water, Aryn quickly scanned through the message's contents. Out of habit, he evaded reading the last words. Then he read the scroll again, more carefully this time.

I kept my word. Last night, a ship named Golden Auria arrived to Capitan. Its captain, Tarkus Sandell, is an honest man, who owes me several favors. They stopped in here just to unload some cargo and get some supplies. I expect them to leave by tomorrow. Captain Tarkus is kind enough to have room for a few passengers. Tell him that the Spellweaver sent you, so that he will recognize you.

Aryn snatched his hands away from the scroll. The paper hadn't even time to start falling when it caught fire. Giving out purple smoke, the flames ate their feast with fierce appetite. The scroll was nothing more but dark dust when it touched the wooden surface of their table.

Nina blinked her eyes, completely ignoring the half-eaten apple she had in her hand.

"If something is pure Snaky, it was that", Aryn said, running his hand through his hair. Earlier this morning, he had dropped in the marketplace outside, searching for something to cover the bruise he had on his temple. He had returned with a simple, dark-blue bandanna. Though Nina had wisely kept her mouth shut, she thought that it indeed gave certain style to Aryn.

"Did he keep his promise?" Silen asked after swallowing the piece of bread he had been chewing. "Are we leaving today?"

Aryn nodded. "Yes, he arranged us a free ride. Didn't tell me where it would take us, but I guess we'll find out soon enough. Don't worry, Silen, the captain's honest for a change". Taking one apple for the trip, he stood up. "I'll go and have a talk with him. You two wait here".

Silen nodded and continued his breakfast. However, Nina wasn't satisfied with this measure. Perhaps that she was tired of sitting in this same inn all day or maybe because she didn't want the events of last night to repeat, no matter how unlikely it seemed. Most likely she just wanted to show a little defiance to Silen. Even since the last night, the young soldier had been almost paranoid of the princess's comings and goings. Many times – too many for Nina's liking – he had reminded her that she had been extremely lucky when she had encountered only Eiji instead of some kind of cutthroat during her little adventure in the streets of Capitan. "Wait a minute, I'll come too!"

Silen almost spilled the milk he had been drinking. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he gave Nina a pleading gaze. "Princ – I mean – Anina, you'd better not leave the Inn. It's bad enough that you sneaked out all alone last night, but the harbors are not good places for--"

"It's really nice that you care about my safety", Nina cut him short. Her posture was proud and her chin had assumed a very dignified stance. Even her wings were folded very majestically. For a moment, she indeed looked like a little princess, used to command servants around. "But I want to see something, too! What's the point in throwing me into a new life without letting me to explore it first? I want to see those big ships. Besides, I have nothing to worry about, I have Aryn with me, don't I?" She kept a short pause, drawing her breath. Then she noticed something in the corner of her eye. "Aryn? What are you doing?"

Her protector was innocently looking in the other direction. His shoulders shook and he had covered his mouth with his hand. When he finally managed to speak, his words were filled with mirth. "Now what kind of gust of confidence was that, girl?"

There was a moment of silence. Then not so royal Nina shrugged.

Aryn snorted.

* * * *

Nina had thought that the other parts of Capitan had smelled fish. Upper in the town, the stench had been mixed other smells of daily life. Down here in the port, closer to the sea, fish was in the ruling position. Fortunately, it was a windy day. Nina tried not to imagine this place in a windless weather.

The number of sailors and fishermen increased as Aryn and Nina got closer to the harbor. Mending nets or cleaning fish, carrying barrels filled with crayfishes, the folk of the sea went about their everyday business. Somehow, Nina felt herself a little like an outsider walking here. Just like the marketplace was the area of merchants or the shadowy alleys were ruled by assassins and pickpockets, the harbor belonged to the sailors. They knew the best how to make their living in here. A town like Capitan wasn't just a community of people. It was a community of different communities, mingling and mixing with each other, yet holding proudly their own identity.

After a while, a new sight drew Nina from her thoughts. Grabbing Aryn from sleeve and tugging a little, she pointed at a statue standing near the dock they were heading for. "What's that?"

"Hmm?" Aryn followed her finger with his gaze. "You mean that statue? They say that it illustrates the Dragon God".

"The Dragon God?" Nina repeated. "Isn't it that deity of the older days all the legends tell about? The one the Dragon Clan used to worship?"

"Think so", the protector replied. "You can find statues like this here and there. It's said that they are all that remains of the ancient Dragon Empire".

Nina nodded. "Yes, there's one in Windia, too, though it's not as beautiful as this one. Do you think that Essar knows more about these? He is a Dragon, isn't he?" She took a few steps to watch the statue closer.

Aryn shrugged. "Probably", he said, running his hand through his hair. "If there's something to know about history, Snaky very likely knows something about it". He waited for a moment. After it became apparent that Nina had no intention to stop admiring the artwork, the bodyguard shrugged again. "Say girl, do you see that ship there, moored to that dock closest to us? I think that's Golden Auria, our ticket away from here. I'll have to go and have a chat with her captain. I'm going to trust you this time. Look at that statue as long as you want, and then come to that ship, ok?"

Nina nodded. "Okay", she replied, her eyes never leaving the Dragon God. "I'll be here". She felt how Aryn tapped her shoulder. Then the bodyguard was gone, heading toward the docks. Nina didn't pay much attention to it. The ancient deity had captured her thoughts.

The statue was old. Made of gray stone, it had been sculptured into the form of a coiling dragon. Every detail, from the tiny scales of its tail to the long, curved whiskers hanging down from its muzzle, had been crafted with great skill. Though its fangs and horns looked sharp and deadly, it had somehow benevolent air around it. Resting on a little, pillar-like base, the statue tirelessly regarded the Capitan's port with its stony eyes.

"How long have you been here?" Nina wondered aloud. The statue evoked conflicting feelings in her. It was a little frightening yet, somehow, a comforting sight. It was as if she could feel the dragon's power, the strength of its jaws and the deadly heat of its flaming breath as well as the uprightness and wisdom of its ancient mind. "Decades? Centuries? Hundreds of centuries?" How many fates like mine have you seen?

Not very surprisingly, the dragon did not answer. It just stood there as it had done for a long time, longer than anybody could remember. Maybe it had seen how Capitan had been built around it. Maybe, in the future, it would guard the ruins of this colorful town.

Nina was still staring at the dragon when Aryn returned. "Say, girl", the protector said, again tapping her shoulder, "Are you going to wait until it puffs some flames or something?"

"It's…" Nina whispered, searching for words for the feeling she had, "funny". Aryn had to shake her shoulder a little before she finally tore her thoughts from the Dragon God and turned her attention to the bodyguard.

"The ship will leave within a few hours", Aryn said, starting to lead them back toward the Inn of the Three Pirates. "It seems that we'll be going toward this town called Coursair".

"I wonder what kind of place it is", Nina said. Then she shrugged. "I guess we'll find out soon enough". For some reason, she had a feeling that someone was staring at her as she followed Aryn up the road toward the less-smelly part of Capitan.

Though the statue didn't move at all, it followed the winged girl as far as it could with its gray eyes. When the child finally disappeared from its sight, the dragon felt a little urge to try and break its stony bonds just to smile a little. Ah, children…

* * * *

Golden Auria was a medium-sized, agile-built ship. Next to the bulking merchant galleys moored to the same dock, it seemed a little out of place. However, it indeed was a cargo vessel, designed for the delivery needs of smaller, more valuable goods. The ship's two tall masts provided it with all the sail-space it needed to run over the waves fast enough to leave most of the pirate vessels far behind. "A dasher", as Aryn had described it earlier, "built to carry cargo fast and quick before anybody can react".

Wind tugging her golden hair with its invisible hands, Nina stood in the ship's prow and watched how it split the blue-green waves like a well-honed dagger, leaving a trail of foam behind it. Below her stood the figurehead, a beautiful piece of artwork coated with gold paint, picturing a gorgeous woman, dressed in flowing robes and holding an open box full of coins in her hands. The deck rocked up and down by the whims of sea. The gulls glided and wheeled in the blue sky above.

"We're finally proceeding", said Silen, who had appeared behind Nina. "I had started thinking that we'd never leave that town".

Nina didn't reply. She stared at the swirling, splashing depths of the sea. "Just think", she murmured, "somewhere down there is a whole underwater city. I wonder if they can see us above their heads right now".

"Do you mean Prima?" Silen asked, leaning against the rail next to her. "I think it's somewhere further to south".

"I- I guess so", Nina replied slowly. "I was just thinking that actually, right now we are flying above nothing more than simple liquid. To the Fish Clan, water is almost the same thing as the air up here".

The Golden Auria cut through another wave, sending salty drops of water flying everywhere in the prow. "Do you mean that to them, we are flying right now?" Silen asked, lifting his hand to protect his face from getting wet.

"I guess so", Nina said, smiling. "Like a big bird in the sky".

"Hey, you two there!" A tanned man, dressed in brown leather clothes and a bright red scarf tied around his neck, strode across the deck toward them. He had dark brown hair, wet with wild splashes. "Good day to both of you", he said with a smile when he had gotten closer. "Are you heading for Coursair, too?"

"Yes", Silen replied. "Though we probably will be returning to Capitan quite soon. Are you going there as well? I'm Silen. This is Anina". After long, tiresome practicing with Aryn, the Windian soldier finally spoke this lie with ease.

"Call me Hain", the man said, shaking Silen's offered hand. "And yeah, I'm bound to Coursair as well. Going to visit some relatives there. By the way, is this fellow called…now what was it? Oh yeah, this fellow named Nyra traveling with you? I saw you three coming together aboard".

"Yes", Silen nodded. "We travel together. Have you spoken with him?"

"I have", Hain replied, scratching his chin. "A nice fellow, really. Actually, he just asked me a while ago if I had seen you two". He turned his eyes at the billowy sails above their heads. After a short while he said: "The sea's a wonderful thing, you know. One time, it seems like a welcoming host, but it can always change into a raging monster".

"I've heard many stories about its wildness", Nina said. She had again turned to watch how the salty waves came up and down on the endless, blue plains. "My father always said that the sea is like a god to the sailors. They are completely in its mercy".

"Hey, your father sounds like a wise man", Hain said. "Well, I'll go and see if there are other passengers on this ship. I hope that I can chat with you again sometime. During sea journeys, it's a good way to kill time". The tan-skinned man gave them a little nod and started heading toward the bridge.

"I'll look forward to it", Silen said. Then he turned back to Nina. "Well, p -- I mean, Anina, we'd better be going. If Aryn asks about our location, he probably wants to…Anina?" He leaned forward, gently laying his hand onto her shoulder. "Nina? What's the matter?"

Gripping the rail so hard that her knuckles were white, her black wings shivering slightly, Nina stood quietly. Her eyes were closed and she bit her lip. "Was my father really so wise?" she whispered, her weak voice shaking. "Did he really do the right thing, simply sending me out of his way?"

"Nina", Silen tried. Like every faithful warrior of Windia, he had sworn to protect his kingdom with his life. To the young soldier, this meant the same as protecting the Royal Family to the end. Even such a minor thing as a single tear falling down from the princess's eyes was a sign of failure. Silen didn't want to fail in his task. "Nina, I'm sure that Hain didn't mean that, saying it. Try to ignore it…please".

Nina swallowed and struggled to fight back the sudden sorrow. She wasn't sure if she did it for herself or for Silen. She knew well how it would shock the young soldier if she simply started crying here and now. "I'm okay", she said, blinking her eyes. "I'm okay".

* * * *

Captain Tarkus Sandell was a man already past his middle age. His dark hair was streaked with gray and his eyes were narrow from constant squinting at the sea. Dressed in a blue coat and a black cap, he matched well what Nina had imagined a sea captain to look like. He and Aryn were bent over a map, Tarkus explaining where their route would go and the bodyguard doing his best to show interest to the captain's occasional, yet zestful, descriptions of this dangerous reef or another.

"So, which way shall we take?" Silen asked as he climbed to the bridge.

"We will take the northern route", Tarkus said, motioning the young soldier to join them. "We will sail around this peninsula here and then turn to east, pass the lands of Windia from here, and then turn south, toward the little harbor here, near Coursair. You have nothing to worry about. I owe much to the Spellweaver, so I will make sure that you get there safely and comfortably".

"Thank you for that", Aryn said, eyeing the map as if attempting to burn the route of the ship into his memory. Many times Silen had noticed that the bodyguard had a habit of occasionally doing such little precautions. It was so much the opposite of the dreaming expression Aryn usually kept on his face. Just like the daggers and knives hidden under his clothes, the protector's indifferent surface held many surprises stored away. The name of his master was not among the lesser ones.

"If there's nothing else", Captain Tarkus said, "I have to go and talk with my navigator".

"Oh, sure", Aryn replied with a nod. "We'll bother you no more". Motioning Silen to follow him, he descended the stairs down from the ship's bridge. Just like almost everywhere else, the bodyguard walked across the rocking deck with confident steps. Silen had to admire Aryn's ability to adapt almost any situation. He always seemed to be right at home wherever he was.

"Aryn", Silen suddenly exclaimed as a thought occurred to him, "You forgot your pet in Capitan!"

"No I didn't", Aryn said with a grin. "Cat's safely aboard. Right now she's probably terrorizing the local troops of the rat army".

"Ah", Silen was clearly relieved. "It would have been a shame to lose your pet. I see that you love it much".

"Hey, don't think about her", Aryn replied. "She follows me wherever I go. Like a little shadow of mine". For a moment, the bodyguard and the soldier stared at each other. Then Aryn finally broke the silence: "You've got something else in your mind, too".

Silen nodded. "Yes. I'd like to hear more about your master".

Casting a mirthful glance at the young soldier, the protector chuckled. His ponytail and over-wide sleeves flowed in the wind. "Do you really want to know how Pooka trained me?" he asked, "If you're prepared for a few shocks, I'd be glad to tell. But right now I'd like talk with Nina. Where is she, by the way?"

Silen's round features darkened slightly. "At the prow", he said, pointing in that direction with his hand. "She refused to come here. I think she's thinking about her parents again. That won't do her any good".

Giving out a long sigh, Aryn looked at his feet and ran his hand through his hair. "Again", he muttered. "Hoo-boy".

* * * *

The sun was setting. It colored the blue sea with its golden glow. Nina ignored the cold splashes of salty water. She stood in the same place where Silen had left her. Leaning against the rail, she stared at the waves without seeing them. Her eyes were watching again all that had happened in such a short time.

Long, tiresome journey with her quiet bodyguard. Silen's enthusiastic pledge to her. Cold, calm eyes of Essar Shoo. The terrors of the lair of Captain Rajen. The over-oily smile of Eiji. Behind them all loomed a pair of black wings.

Pressing her eyes tightly shut, Nina could feel how tears slowly made their way out and started running down her cheeks. So many new things to see, so much pain to suffer, so much little joys to feel. So much adventures for someone like her. She didn't want to have such a life! On that moment, Nina wished of the bottom of her heart that suddenly she would wake up in her chamber in Castle of Windia. Blinking the remnants of the bad dream out from her eyes, she would turn her head to see wings – white wings – in her back.

"Hey".

Wincing, Nina straightened herself up and hastily wiped her eyes.

"Calm down, girl", Aryn said. He was leaning against the rail beside her, almost exactly in the same place Silen had been earlier. The bodyguard had a large fish bone between his teeth. This made his speech sound a little weird and unclear. "It's okay to cry now and then. It lets off the steam".

"Every time I think that it's gone", Nina said sadly, "It comes back. Won't it ever go away?"

Aryn shrugged. "That's the way it goes. It always returns for the encore. Don't worry, girl. In time, it should finally go away for good". The protector gave her a glance. "Though honestly, I'm not sure if its mark will ever leave you".

Once again, the roots of sorrow produced a little seed of anger. Why, of all people, it had to be her!? "Have you ever really lost anything, Aryn?" Nina asked zeallessly. "Do you really know how this feels like?"

There was a long silence. The Golden Auria plowed through the waves the sea tirelessly threw against it. Looking down at the water, Aryn nodded just a little. "Yeah".

Nina wrinkled her eyebrow. "What happened?" she asked after another short pause.

Aryn shook his head. "None of your business. I don't stick my nose into your loss, do I?" As if to reinforce his words more, he let the fish bone slip and fall down into the waves.

Nina sighed and turned her gaze back at the never resting sea. The wind had started to calm down. Soon there would not be enough strength in it to carry the ship. The captain had probably already started looking for a good place to drop anchor. "Sorry", she said.

The silence lasted for a good while this time. They could hear Captain Tarkus shouting commands to his crew, ordering them to prepare for anchoring. The sailors obeyed quickly and skillfully, each of them knew what he was supposed to do.

"Girl", Aryn finally broke their silence. "There's something you'll have to decide. I- I guess this is a bit bad moment to say this", he paused, running his hand through his hair, "but I think it's about time for you to decide where do you want to go. I can't keep on protecting you forever, you know".

"Where do I want to go?" Nina repeated his question. "Home", she answered without hesitation. "I want to go home, where my dad and mom wait". Letting out a heavy sigh, Nina shook her head. She didn't need Aryn to tell her that it was out of question. Where should she go now? Realizing that she had been evading answering it for days now, Nina found herself completely unprepared for the question. She didn't know.

"I can't keep traveling around with you forever", Aryn repeated, "but there's not real hurry. Take all the time you want, girl, but sooner or later you'll have to answer that. I wish I could decide it for you, but that's not my job to do".

Suddenly, Nina decided to change the subject. "You know what?" she asked, trying to summon a happier expression onto her face, "I finally got it right". Smiling a little to the bodyguard's wondering glance, she closed her eyes and lifted her hand. Passing through the mystic gestures and speaking out the short chant, she cast a simple spell. A tiny ball of light, azure like the clear sky in midday, appeared over her fingers. Shining like a miniature star, it spread out its blue glow, illuminating the approving expression of Aryn.

"Not bad, girl", the protector said, smiling. "Not bad at all. When did you learn it?"

Nina gave him a sheepish grin. "When Silen and I were waiting for you to return from talking with those pirates. The day has been so full of things that I completely forgot to tell you". Sight of the light, her very own light, shining over her fingertips, comforted her. At least she could affect something in this world. With another gesture of Nina's hand, the ball suddenly darted away, flying in a beautiful, azure arch over the waves before fading and winking out of existence.

"Well done", Aryn said with a nod. "Next thing you've got to learn is how to aim with that thing. Keep practicing, and one day you'll be a great sorceress. Well, I guess I'll go and ask Captain where we'll sleep". The bodyguard started striding toward the ship's bridge. Then, as if remembering something, he halted and gave Nina one last glance. "Think about what I said, girl. Think well before you decide".

"Why does that man have to sink my every happy moment?" Nina sighed. Turning once again to stare at the sea, she tried to think about other matters. However, no matter how hard she attempted, the question crept back into her mind. Where would she go? What would she become? "A sorceress?" Nina giggled at the thought. "No way".

However, the word didn't taste so bad in her mouth.

* * * *

"You have nothing to worry about", Essar assured to his customer. "Just like you asked, I have placed a couple of my contactss to keep an eye on your wife. I assure you, if sshe even triess to…ah…have an adventure with other men while you are away, you will find it out very ssoon".

"Good", the nobleman sitting in the other side of the snake-wizard's favorite table said. "I have had my doubts for some time now, but I want to know for sure if she's not loyal to me".

Essar nodded as he took a sip from the cup of green, steaming tea. "Of course. If sshe hass sssuch…hobbiess, you will find it out with my help".

The nobleman gave the snake-wizard a favorable smile. "Just make sure that she doesn't notice anything. I want this to be done in absolute silence". He lifted his goblet to a little salute and then emptied its contents with a single swallow. "I thank you Essar. Your help is very useful. Allow me to show my gratitude". With these words, he reached into his glove and drew out a little gem. Even in the dim light of the common room, it glittered and shone beautifully.

"Ah, our gratitude iss mutual", Essar replied, accepting the payment. He lifted the gem into air, admiring its beauty and probably also estimating its value. "Yess…" he said after a short while, "Thiss sshould be enough. You are most generouss. I will keep you informed".

With a nod, the nobleman stood up and put his hat, decorated with several feathers of parrots found only from the island of Tunlan, into his head. "I will be leaving the matter to you. Do not fail me and I may give you a little extra money".

"Have a pleasurable journey".

As the nobleman opened the front door and left the Inn of Three Pirates, Essar hid the gem into one of those numerous secret pockets under his red cloak. Making a few notes into the notebook he kept in his mind, he pushed the whole matter aside and concentrated into other things.

Pulling out a book from the depths of his cloak, Essar studied its leather-bound covers. It was at least tenth time when he read its title, which was inscribed to the leather with large, black letters: The Great Heroes of Our History. Finally, he could resume his interrupted reading. Reaching under his cloak again, he put his hand into the pouch holding his eyeglasses. Though he could browse through short messages with ease, reading longer texts without any help tended to make his head ache from constant squinting.

Essar's expression turned dark as his fingers found just an empty pouch. So, that little thief hadn't been satisfied just with his money! "Well, no matter", the snake-wizard hissed. Reaching into another pocket, he drew out the next best thing he could use right now. Carefully setting the glass monocle in place, Essar opened the book and started flipping through the pages.

He had hardly found the part he had been reading as a sudden commotion could be heard from outside. The front door slammed open and the innkeeper rushed inside. "Essar!" he shouted, heading directly toward the snake-wizard's table, "Essar, something terrible has happened! They just found a dead body from a dung heap behind this inn! Nobody knows who he is. Since you know many people coming and going through here, I thought that you could recognize him…Essar?"

The snake-wizard didn't reply. He had slapped his book close and was staring at its covers again. "Cursed. It hass to be cursed", he sighed, slowly removing his monocle. "Every time I try to read it, ssomething extremely bothersome happenss". He focused his yellow eyes at the innkeeper. "Did you ssay a dead body?"

"Yes, they just brought it to the marketplace".

"Very well, then", Essar said, leaving the book onto his table and standing up. "Thiss could be interesting enough to be worth of my time, anyway". Followed closely by the innkeeper, the snake-wizard walked toward the door.

The marketplace was crowded, as usual. But this time, people weren't interested in the goods the merchants had to offer. They milled about before the Inn of Three Pirates, jostling and pushing each other, stretching their necks to have a glimpse of the body. Already there were rumors and gossips spreading through the crowd, each of them telling the right and the exact way of how this unfortunate soul had died. From what Essar overheard while weaving his way forward, the slayer had been a demon, an ordinary rogue, somebody called Eiji, a courtesan or a mystical force of nature. For a moment the snake-wizard played with the idea of reinforcing the third option, but then he turned his attention to more important matters. With satisfaction, Essar spotted several of his contacts among the onlookers, collecting every piece of information and all the rumors they could get. Later this day the snake-wizard would probably know almost everything there was to know about this murder.

"Thiss iss it?" the snake-wizard asked needlessly when he finally had reached the center of all attention. Glaring a young member of the citywatch out of his way, Essar bent down to examine the body. "Good work", he hissed, pointing at the little, round hole in the back of its coat. "Killed by a well-aimed arrow, I would wager".

"Can you identify him?" the town guard asked. He quickly regretted opening his mouth, as Essar shot another glance at him. Silently, the young soldier cursed his bad luck for getting this assignment.

"All in time", the snake-wizard replied, straightening himself up. "Could you turn him around first? You found him from a dung heap, right? He ssmellss just like that".

The guard obeyed quickly. He didn't want to get any more glares from those dark gateways of blackness. Moving his halberd from right hand to left, he bent down and pulled the body over from its shoulder.

"Hmm", Essar hissed, narrowing his eyes. It was one of those few times when he looked genuinely, though only slightly, shocked. Of course, even this was quite a lot said from him. Calmly he produced his pipe and started loading it, working as if he had all the time in the world.

"Do you know him?" the innkeeper asked, nervous of the snake-wizard's reaction.

Essar didn't answer immediately. His silence was well suited to add the tension around him. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm and pertinent as always: "Yess. Thiss man wass called Captain Tarkuss Ssandell. I traded with him from time to time".

"So, you knew him well, eh?" the soldier said. "Do you have any idea who might have murdered him?"

"No", Essar replied. He waved with his fingers over his pipe. The tobacco lighted with a puff of little flames. "Tarkuss wass an honest man. Very few held any bad feelingss about him. A terrible thing indeed…" Giving one last glare to frighten the town guard, the snake-wizard turned around and headed back towards the quiet interiors of the Inn of Three Pirates.

Again a new, unexpected twist had appeared. Essar was sorry to see another of his allies to die. Even more he was troubled by two questions: why and who. The snake-wizard had his own suspects of this crime. However, he decided not to make any harsh moves without careful scouting first. But if he was right…

Be careful, Aryn, Essar thought, very careful. They are serious.

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