After a few seconds, Orub gave a single, simple nod. He stood up to his feet, then put his hands down flat on the table in front of him. "Alright then. We have our agreement; half and half. If your buyer is as well-paying as you say, we'll all make out of this with a few chests of gold to line our pockets. We have our deal, you have your ships, and you have the location of these slaves. There's no sense in waiting around here any longer. Follow me and I'll bring you to my ship. Tell my navigator where to take us, and we'll all be on our way."

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Ma'tanza's sympathy for Tzirret did not diminish with his explanation of his experiences in the Bruma clan. They had not been entirely negative, but the thought that he had been essentially alone for so long did make her feel bad for him. Many lycans had been through pain and trauma, usually involving their turning, but clans were meant to be a source of support, not fear. It sounded like his situation did improve over time, but that did not stop her from giving him a hug to comfort him.

"Aw, that sounds terrible. But...at least you have friends now, though. At least it got better. Ma'tanza met most of her friends pretty quickly after she got here. Bheja, Qa'habi, they were both this one's friends within a year. There are a lot of others she is not sure that you've met yet, but it would take a while to list everyone." She answered.