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Gregor stops on the path, mystified as a girl runs out of the underbrush to his side a stares at him. Was she from the ship? She didn't look native, and the clothes were right, but he couldn't remember seeing her in the hold. Then again, he had been just at the edge of the convict section. Not far enough to see all his fellow prisoners or many of the "special acquisitions." The chain dragging behind her, though, was a dead giveaway. It was bigger than his.

He took off one of the water skins and threw it to her. [i]"Hoi[/i]. We should keep moving, downriver. There are boats. We had a guide, I fell behind. Chop Chop!"

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"You don't think it's Szandor, do ya?" Dinah asked. "We threw his ass into the drink durin' that storm. If he made it here that'd be a proper god damn miracle."