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Vauldis awoke to the sound of movement and a voice,  it was the Ravnos whelp. Traveled with the gypsies he traded with on occasion if his memory was correct. She wasn't the bad sort from what he recalled.

"Aye, I'm awake now. Right bloody mess we're in, any word off the others yet?" he asked as he gingerly got to his feet and rubbed his face, eyeing the youth again for a moment before  deciding he could wait a little longer to feed. Not too much longer though.