***Jo thanked the servant that let her into the modest villa where Master Azrab was staying. It belonged to one of his merchant clan relatives; a third cousin, twice removed by marriage if she remembered correctly.
Turning a corner, she spotted a familiar dark-haired boy of about fifteen.
"Hey, Berab, can I talk to your uncle?" Jo gave him a
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