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O'Hara frowned as she walked into the dimly lit tavern. The clientele were a bit more seedy than she would want to comprise her crew, but they really needed to get out of the harbor, and quickly. It was worth spending an hour or so here and hoping someone would come in.

"Two mugs of cider, please," she said, sliding three copper pieces across the bar. Hopefully Travis' instincts would prove correct and this visit would be fruitful.

O'Hara shook her head. "Men like that are everywhere in a place like this. If he approaches us, perhaps. Until then..."