It was always better to let others do the work. At least that’s what Larce told himself as Neri and Ja-mez volunteered to take on the task of stealing what clothes they could and begging for the rest. Even if it meant kicking it with a dazed ragon, Larce was happy to hang back and relax. Yet as he watched the pair walk farther and farther away, he couldn’t help but dwell on his part in convincing them of this plan. Not to mention Neri was right, dhasath tended to look after one another, and he was the only other one in this motley crew. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he should have gone with them. And it seemed he wasn’t the only one. Spontaneously the “political dissident” practically bolted towards them.

“Hold up.” Larce called out to the kiel before he had gotten too far. The dhasath began jogging towards him, taking one last long drag from his cigarette before flicking it away. “I’ll go with ya. We gotta keep to the buddy system, right?”