"They are still here," Skellig says as he tilts his head, focusing on the one voice he can filter coherent words from. "Likely in their camp from before. Worried. They are all slaves, those that remain."
He has to squint a bit, struggling to parse through the different tongues and the rapid-fire exchange of words.
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Date: 2024-06-30 09:41 pm (UTC)He has to squint a bit, struggling to parse through the different tongues and the rapid-fire exchange of words.
"They...might be arguing. I cannot really tell."