“He got what he deserved.” Sylvester shrugged and pried the scrolls from Sinlar’s fingers

Uncle Nathan, Baruch, and Shimshon followed Sinlar to the outskirts of the city. Sinlar disappeared into a cave, one of the many leading into the mountains shrouded in darkness. As they began to follow the pirate inside, they were startled to hear hoofbeats behind them.
Sylvester was charging at them on horseback, flanked by two bodyguards. His massive black dogs ran alongside his horse.
“Surprise!” Sylvester said with glee, pulling up in front of Shimshon. “I told you there’s no escaping my grasp. My reach is everywhere, and I have eyes and ears everywhere.”
“How did you find us?”
“More important question… where are my scrolls?”
“Your scrolls? They’re not yours!”
“Do you really want to argue with me, boy? Look at my men, my dogs… Just give me the scrolls and I’ll leave, and you’ll go unharmed.”
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