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Allie cast a teasing look up at Drifter. “It’s nice to see that some people still know what one looks like.”
The sailor laughed as he straightened. “This guy here-” He jerked his thumb toward Drifter, “-doesn’t usually attract those kinds of people.”
Allie lifted an eyebrow. “You know him?”
The man turned to Drifter and grinned. “Who doesn’t know Drifter, traveler extraordinaire?”
“And historian,” Drifter added.
The sailor snorted. “I guess that’s one way to put it, but what are you doing here? Looking for or causing trouble?”
“Generally, both,” Drifter replied as he nodded down at the stairs. “We want to talk to Pender about a few things.”
The stranger closed his eyes and smiled. “Why am I not surprised that you already know about the trouble…”
“Trouble has a distinct
