“I wonder if she knows anything about the disappearance of my people,” Acorna mused.
Before she or anyone else could pursue that line of inquiry, a familiar voice penetrated the room. “Shahraztu), this is the Haven. We received your Mayday. Shahrazcu), come in. For the love of all the moons of Mithra, ShahrazaS, don’t tell us we’re too late and that explosion was you! Please come in, Hafiz, you old camel molester, you.”
“Mr. Greene,” Hafiz said to the room at large. “There are ladies present, if you please. And no, quite happily, the explosion was that of a ship called the Mu)