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→"Really."

→I raise my eyebrows.

→"I have plenty of ideas about what 'under the whale' might mean."

→"I'll consider it."

→"I get to share the gold if we find it."

→"Okay."

→I shrug.

→"I'm coming too."

→Makri leaps to her feet.

→"The harbour. Looking for whales, gold, and the Ocean Storm."

→"What? Where are you going?"

→"Time to get busy."

→I haul myself to my feet.

→"No idea at all. Whoever finally ended up with it is powerful and smart. No one's picked up the slightest trace."

→"Do you have any idea where it is?" asks Makri.

→"If we could just find the Ocean Storm," I say, "the city would have a lot better chance of surviving. The Sorcerers Guild could still hold the Orcs off."

→Makri looks depressed. She doesn't mind dying in battle but it's annoying that all her hard work at the Guild College will be wasted. It wasn't so long ago that she marched into the tavern with her arms aloft, celebrating her triumph in the exams, where she finished top of her year.

→"To pay for the university. In case there's a university left."

→"Why did you want to find Tanrose's gold?"

→I don't argue the point. She won't be the only one making their death stand, if only because there will be nowhere to run. I look over at her.