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Firzu's up to his old tricks, the damn rat. Tried to sail right past without paying toll. A half-dozen crates this time, as if we'd miss a shipment that large. Transfer them to Impound - and no funny business! We seized two chalices just days ago, one silver, one gold, but it seems they grew legs and walked off. Odd, isn't it?
I'm not pointing fingers, mind you. But if those chalices don't walk right on back, Gerringothe will want answers. And she'll be asking you first.
- J