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“Oh pardon me, madam. My name is Allen Ziess. I may not be the biggest of fighters but as long as we are here, my sword is at your command.” There was a click next to her ear and a ruffle as he probably bowed.

Riure stood silent for a moment, unsure if this was good, bad, cool, or some combination of the three. Did this mean she was his boss? No, thank you. But if it meant that he was there to protect her, she had to admit, that was kind of nice – and confidence boosting. She had felt the power coming out of his hands once, and knew that, no matter his size, he was a fighter. “Thank you, Mr. Ziess.” She dipped her head in gratefulness, forgetting he was on her shoulder. “I’m deeply indebted.”

What is that? Riure cocked her head, filtering out the many voices talking around her. A new voice, female, faint, with an odd, distinct accent, had joined the throng, but she appeared to be talking more to herself than everyone else.

“Why is it this cold? It’s hot-season! It’s not supposed to be this cold. Stupid, miserable weather and stupid cave.”

Riure realized with a start that she was in a tunnel a little ways down, and headed this way. Almost at the same time, Ehud shouted, “I nominate Wen!”

Deciding the other person could wait for a moment, Riure added her nomination. “Rosario!”

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