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"You, uh, you realize that's not a lot of warlords, right?" Horik interjected with a shake of her head. "I'm starting to think your deal is trash, Otis. It's a practically impossible task when you don't have a lot of info on you."

Horik turned to Chorvic, "You, though, you know your way around. So how about you work with us? Come with us."

She approached the jail cell door again and pushed it slightly to show it was open.

"Because ya'll do realize we're in jail right? They come back and this discussion is over."

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"Yokt," the woman responded as she offered her arm to Qunith. Yokt had let go of Talideth who readjusted herself on the woman's other arm. "I didn't mean to intrude but ya'll seemed like ya'll had a goal in mind, the way you were heading up the stairs. And I think I know who you were heading up to."

"And is that someone a person you could introduce us to?" Talideth asked as she pressed her chest against Yokt's arm. Yokt turned red and looked up at the ceiling to avoid Qunith's gaze.

"I, yeah! No, I mean no! I was uh..." Yokt had a sheepish smile and chuckled awkwardly. "I was hoping I could use you two to see him actually... "

Talideth frowned and Yokt started to panic, "I don't mean to! I've been trying to get in but he's kinda private and I mean what I say!"

She sighed and frowned, "I'm offering salvation but its hard to convince people if they don't listen.. And I would uh, use myself, but uh... I don't think I could do anything for him. Kinda too man-ish some might say."