[center][b][h3][color=00ff00]J'eon the Blacksmith[/color][/h3][/b][/center]

Back at his cart, J'eon scratched his chin, taking in the sight of Silbermine's men passing out bread. 

"Fool," the Glen blacksmith states, dropping the large sucker limb on the cart and heading towards the group. "Is this how you now try to win hearts?"

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[center][h3][color=00ff00][b]Jack Mallory, X.O.[/b][/color][/h3][/center]

"Edwards, please maintain overwatch, try not to expose your position," Jack asked, well aware of how silly it was to ask a professional like him that. "Let me know if you spot others."

He frowns. It was possible that group was just hunters - but aside from their curiousity, why would they be moving towards them?

There was nothing else for it. Gritting his teeth, he punched up Dr. Ibarra's device.

"Doctor," he said. "We have some Tekeri hunters up the slope, moving towards the ship. Please relay that to Castigator Nellara, so that she's aware."

"Woden, please blink the ship's exterior lights three times, please, wait a minute, and repeat for the next fifteen minutes..?"

Three should signal people to return to the ship - however, they would probably want to stay out there, past their filter time.

"Let's hope they're friendly," he sighs.