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[soldier] How about some whiskey?

-We're going to be here all night. -Rude.

I'm Ravkan. On the cartography team.

Where is the rest of your crew?

Or else someone will put a rifle in it instead.

-You're shorter than I am. -Okay. Dubrov, Mikhael, this is Alina.

I'll write you a letter.

I'm in need of a Heartrender tonight for a million-kruge job.

It's for the owner of the Orchid.

I'll put you on that ship with an advance.

Sergeant! What now?

Petya, how did this happen?

Someone else got her.

But Pekka will.

Give me a day. I'll have a plan.

And we have an exclusive on this job.

-And what was damaged? -Nothing major.

We are now the only people west of the Fold with this information.

Why are you here if we're supposed to keep things dark?

I like my feet, thank you.

A Heartrender? Why?

Maybe he doesn't know.

[plate clatters]

He could afford it.

[creature growling]

Final bets! Final bets!

That's how we travel.

[Mal screaming]

-It's really not… -Critical?

Stay away from him.

Even if I'm nice, my boss will call the stadwatch on you.

The point is, either it was a group effort or a ghost.

Orders are orders.

Well, it's not for me. It's for a friend.

I'll find my way back to you.

Get off this boat now, or I'll carry you off.