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…Even as a young Ixi, however, he kept his past strictly to himself. “Jazan?” Nabile said, squinting into the Qasalan sun to try and make out the figure below. “There’s some sort of clown man outside.” Jazan shuffled blearily across the floor only to be catapulted into wakefulness by what he heard next. “Hanso!” he snarled. As usual, he heard the horrible little man before he saw him — Brynn had apparently gotten held up by the palace guards, which was reasonable, given that Jazan hadn’t expected them. Less reasonable was Hanso’s subsequent course of action, which was to shout Jazan’s name at the top of his lungs until the king himself showed up to punch him in the face. “Jazan, my pal, my buddy, I—” Jazan punched him in the face. He shook out his hand and turned to Brynn. “What is your business?” he said, perfectly composed. Brynn saluted him stiffly. “Captain Brynn Bowen of the Faerieland Guard—” Hanso groaned on the ground. “—and Master Thief Hanso Madeleine of Queen Fyora’s employ, your majesty.” “We’re treasure hunting,” Hanso said into the sand. “Securing dangerous artefacts.” “Same diff.” Jazan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Your presence, I understand, but why is he here? Don’t answer that, I understand the reasons perfectly,” he added as Brynn opened her mouth to respond, “I just don’t like them. Which artefact?”
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