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"I think I'll join you," A deep voice called out to the group.

MC Hanmar approached the gathered team with a suspicious gaze before locking eyes with Uluru. There was a certain hositility in the way she stood, hands on her hips, looking ready to beat the shit out of anyone, but her expression was something else - uncertainty? Trust? An emotion hard to place and even harder to find in the eyes of the Meltsander Commander, but it was there.

She glanced at them all, a few gathered Meltsander's behind her, "I wasn't going to, but Ive decided it would be wise to have me along, as I actually know the town."

Bohdana gave her group a hesitant look. Hanmar caught sight of it and frowned, her voice more defiant.

"Let's be honest, have any of you actually been to Aklar?" There was silence. None of them had, aside from Jake a long time ago. She had caught Uluru's lie, "Right. I hate to break it to you all but everything you've been told about Aklar is rat piss. Especially in more recent times. They're not the clan they used to be."

The Commanders words seemed to hold a secret meaning. Boh wondered what she meant, but looking at Hanmar's expression seemed to say that she didn't want to bother convincing these outsiders of her truth. Bohdana instead peeped up, "Wont you goin' to Aklar be a bad thing? Wont they just kill you on sight?"

Hanmar squinted at Boh, "No. Actually, they'll be more likely to believe your shitty story if you bring me to them. A couple of Meltsand soldiers and they'll be dead at best, little cricket."

"...At worst?" Bohdana swallowed, already knowing what she would say. Hanmar didn't answer.

"I'm more valuable to the Aklar slug that rules the Clan than the whole Meltsander army, I promise you. He'll want to see me suffer, and for that?" Hanmar looked out to the horizon, "I need to be alive."