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“A little something to wet your beak on.”
“Glad to see you survived your meeting with Sparrowhawk,” said Tawny Owl, placing Finch’s drink on the bar. “He doesn’t forgive debtors easily.”
Finch didn’t reply, memories of last night circulating like a jerky film reel.
“I have the perfect job for a little birdie like you,” Sparrowhawk had said. “A message to deliver.”
At the described tree, Finch heaved to dislodge and topple the stranger’s nest. Only then did he hear.
Glimpses of broken shell, scattered.
Minutes later, Finch trembled under Sparrowhawk’s gaze, “Message delivered.”