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"Hard to believe a ..culture that gets along like that. I mean my people we uh..do not war often. Not as often as the Dulmur up here, that is for certain. But we have a way of settling conflict. You see, my people long ago were Arcans. Worshippers of Arca. Back then, we warred all the time, as is her way. But our numbers grew so thin and Arca sleeps now. She answered prayers for awhile but it has been over a hundred years since anyone felt her presence." He shook his head and held the jar gingerly, watching Requin ready the wolf carcass.

"So we worked out a system of courts and elders for things now. Not to say we do not occasionally give service to Arca, but that is between you and I. It is ...not looked on well here in Dulmur. I imagine it will only get worse now that the Ilth are moving southward with their raids. " He walked forward and nodded.

"So go uh..over on how I light this." He tried to imagine a place like the swamps and found it difficult. His own land was so dry that to see water soaking about on the land was foreign to him. He imagined ponds with plants overgrown and that was as close as he could get. The Draekon world really was a foreign one to him.

"One day, if allowed, I would like to see your country."