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“Go back?” Rahiq pronounced with a bitter smile, shaking her head. There wasn't much of a way to go back now. Setting foot in any Dharan harbour was taunting death itself, now that the league had taken control. Rahiq was lucky her head was still attached to her body...

Still, something piqued Rahiq's interest about Richter's tale. Not so much the folklore part of it, but the recent happening... “But he had Dharan possessions?” Rahiq wondered out loud. It was common practice in her country to sell their relics. Everyone did what they had to to stay alive, and artifacts always caught high bidders. “You mean to say there is an artifact of my people in the hands of those savages?” Rahiq asked, as a plan started brooding in her head. Her tribe might be killed on sight, but with enough power, she might be able to make a stand and if Rahiq knew something about power, it was that it laid dormant in artifacts...

“This Duke Emeric, is there a search effort for him?” Rahiq asked Richter, with a sparkle of hope in her eyes, “I know more about the artifacts than any other. I can be of great help. You have a sword and you need money, you should join me. If we find the duke, we can ask for a reward. If we find the artifact, I will find a way to reward you.”

Rahiq had likely underestimated the Boneshapers, but regardless it was a path forward. For the first time in days she was hopeful and rather than the broody, suspicious demeanour she had shown Richter exclusively from the second they met, she seemed a whole new woman now.