They found Locke in the south market, where the lanterns burned bright and the traders bet on storms. He had the draw of a man who had traveled the world and left crumbs of himself everywhere: a laugh that sounded like a bell, scars that told no story, and a stare that measured people’s fears like coin. When Jardena stepped into the market, the air seemed to tighten. He bowed. "Mistress Jardena," he said. "Your sea calls you home again."
Locke drew his sword. "Then you stand between me and profit." mistress jardena
"People are missing," Jardena said. "Old promises were broken. Your maps involve Halmar. Why?" They found Locke in the south market, where