Jorghan felt it was something he had been repeating those words, again and again. He felt very odd hearing it.
He turned and walked back toward his companions, his young Nue'roka warriors following in his wake.
Jorghan watched them go, noting the way Lamorg kept looking back, his expression a study in impotent fury.
Once they'd disappeared around a bend in the trench, Ski'ra let out a slow breath.
"That went better than it could have."
"That was still incredibly stupid," Sarhita said, but there was something almost like approval in her liquid gold eyes.
"Most elves would have simply killed him. You showed restraint."
"Restraint that might come back to bite us," one of the warriors with Sarhita muttered.
"Possibly," Sarhita agreed.
"But it was the right choice regardless. Come. We have sand beasts to hunt, and the sun isn't going to stay favorable for long."
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Jorghan was now moving through the narrow corridors of the settlement.
