“Are you sure you don’t mind my looking at what’s written?” Bhreagh asked as she settled into the seat at the reader.
“Go ahead. It might change your opinion of Tokor, though.” Linsora glanced outside at the increasing winds.
Bhreagh scanned the pages. “You know, if the Mercantile gets hold of this, I can see them offering a Travels of Tokor tour.”
Linsora laughed. “With you as the grinning poster girl. You do have visions of fame, don’t you?”
“Sure, why not? Maybe we can be a team.”
“I think I’d like that.”
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