"Okay, be safe," Fendros said as Ahnasha secured the shackles. After their kiss, Fendros gave a forced smile, "I will find you."

The boarding came about with such a rush that it didn't appear that the the slavers suspected anything. Sabine kept magical fire prepared in each of her hands while flanking the line of chained up Khajiit. She returned the looks of those she knew, but did not change her face from blank and impatient. Janius was too worried for Newt to get too far into acting, but he looked the part of a slaver easily enough with his armour on. Gallus and his pack did their part as well, though Gallus' position was mostly supervisory, looking on from the stern as the slaves waded into the water.

Tzirret found marching in the chains to be uneasy for more than one reason. Each time he missed a step from the one in front of him, he would be tugged forward, while if he tried moving too far forward, he would tug at Ma'tanza behind him. Still, he did his best to keep quiet and keep his head down. It was when Tzirret was halfway between the beach and the ship that he suddenly remembered something. [i]Where is M'ibasa?[/i] He tried leaning to one side to look down the line and turned his head to look behind him, but it was not easy to see. Especially when he was tugged forward again, almost tripping into the water.

One of the clan posing as a slaver, an Orc with a mace, shoved Tzirret back in line and growled at him in Ta'agra, [i]"No wandering."[/i]

Tzirret did not try looking further after that, but the pit of his stomach was getting closer to Ma'tanza's level of worry now.

The ramp came up before them and Tzirret was extra careful not to slip over or make eye contact with any in the crew. Soon they would be below decks, then they should be relatively safe. He just hoped that the slavers would not have their attention drawn to them.