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9. Brainstorm
9 Brainstorm "So what's the plan?" Raedrick gave a little shrug of his shoulders and took a drink from his tankard. "The way I see it, there are only a few possibilities." "Oh? I can think of dozens." A long-suffering look was Raedrick's initial response. He raised one finger. "A disgruntled employee." A second finger. "Someone from the trading caravan." Julian waited, but that was all Raedrick had to say. He snorted out a big exhalation. They were back in The Oarlock for a late lunch of creamy noodles mixed with grilled fish, with a side of yesterday's bread. The crowd was not large, but certainly bigger than the taproom normally saw; the caravan men had not yet found the other establishments in town, or they simply preferred to remain in place. Either way, Molli could not
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