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Genna knew of the siblings, but had only met Derras. He was young, and it showed, but Shorack was a good judge of character, and Genna had looked harder. He had a great deal of potential. As Shorack described it, he was the doer, and Byrnia was the thinker. “You must need something to keep you awake with all those tedious trade details,” Genna said. Shorack waved her off. “Please! Don’t remind me. Kean always wants to talk numbers, and it bores the hell out of me. As long as we have enough coming in, who cares?” Genna knew that he cared deeply, and that he had a far greater understanding of the numbers than he let on. Kean was ostensibly in charge of finances, but nothing got past Shorack. “But much as I enjoy talking to you, Genna, I fear this is not a social call.” His expression set