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"...You a thrall, girl?" a voice drawled out, from the carriage. A man stepped out, the first thing Syra saw of him was a black gambler's hat that he held to keep from blowing off his head in the desert winds. He wore a black trenchcoat as well and tan slacks. Each button on the coat looked to be made of gold, appearing more expensive and exubrant than anything Syra had seen upon the Rock before. The woman in the wide-brimmed hat and the hooded man quickly roleld out a carpet for the man to step on, the reason quickly apparent to the former thrall; they didn't want him to scuff up his shoes, appearing only slightly less expensive than the buttons on his coat.

"What's a thrall doin' fallin' from the sky in a Sorillian ship?" the drawling man asked, kneeling over and holding something in his hands before Syra. A canteen of water.