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“I did, milord.” The earnest-faced fisherman stepped forward, looking vaguely embarrassed. Einarr nodded, curious as to why the man would be embarrassed – but now was not the time. “Good job. Keep it up. Do we have the tools you’ll need?” The yellow-haired man straightened. “I believe so, milord. Got the basics, anyway. Anything else…