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Before Blacksun could reply to Ewgross, he was attacked by another of the unwelcome guests to his private lounge. They strode ofer to Blacksun and offered their hand, a young woman stepping beside her, the pair attached art he neck with a thick chain. He’d not seen such a sight before but despite his rising anger he cleared his throat and shook Qunith’s hand. “Sudean divines you say? Can’t say I’ve heard of such a thing,” He gestured to the chain, “slaves seems more accurate. Though in this town there are no Thralls.” He looked the pair up and down, “From the tailoring of your clothing it would seem you came with Syra, or at least know of the girl, given that your clothing was designed by the sameness private tailor or Aurbak,” he shook his head with a chuckle, “so what can I do for you?”


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“You are gravely mistaken if you believe I’ll give you the girl. She belongs to me and will be leaving with me. I suggest you gentlemen let us through or the repercussions of your actions will leave you full of regret.” Theory said in a voice just above a growl.