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Well, this is a lot to take in, but thank you, Bertrius. My name is Collin, and I’m a new resident of Woodbridge. Maybe we could use your help keeping our Tafganor prisoner safe, and under control, here with the lyphs in this village, while the rest of us set out immediately to reach this camp you mentioned. Do you suppose you know the general direction it would be in, or maybe if they mentioned any features of the surrounding land, anything that would help us find it?

Collin looks straight, and hard at Dieredon, making no pretense of it, and then says to Mina, Well, the enemy, naturally

Ryku has decided to leave us during the night. He’s gone. I suspect he was a spy.

Collin stops, pulls the rope, and forces the Tafganor prisoner to stop as well, and then he says

Hold on just a moment. I barely know your people’s languages, and I certainly don’t know your lands or the strange things that inhabit them. So tell me, once again, Poseus is it?

He addresses Poseus with a hard stare

Poseus, right, so tell me exactly what you think this, land shark thing is. Are we talking something like a bear, a lion, maybe a boar? And why would it be chained? Are we walking into a trap?

I’ve never seen anyone like this before, not here, not back home either. I don’t imagine I know what language they speak. We’re probably going to have to wake them up with something serious, bucket of water, a hard slap. That spell the little one threw sure does the trick, doesn’t it?

Collin, the halfling, points downstream at the floundering Marcusand shouts out to Calex

”There is a man having trouble in the river, on the north side of that building. The Gymnaga man has saved two children and gone back inside. I think there may be more of his people in the burning building.”

Hey, Maetaur, what’s going on? Why are they swimming out to that building? Should I go after them?

"Wait, what’s going on?" the halfling fellow says to no one in particular. "Calex, Dieredon, Marcus! I’m following you, but don’t wait for me. Patricia, there’s no time for me to get home and fetch a weapon, do you have a dagger you can spare?"

Patricia takes a long slender knife from her right boot, and hands it to Collin. The Halfling then follow the closest person he can see who is running toward McNorra house and shouts, "Where are we going?"

These are the real deal. You can take it from me. I’ve had experiences, some of them not so pleasant, with these kinds of documents. What these men say is true. Now, it’s up to us to decide what we are going to do about it, and how we are going to handle the paperwork that lies ahead. I came here, my sister and I, looking to find a place where we could call it home, and I had no delusions about the empire being a big part of that formula, but it happened quicker than I thought it would. I’d like to think of myself as a citizen of Woodbridge, if you’ll have me as such, but as of now, everyone of us is a citizen of Aladoa.

Collin Deveraeux walks up to Calex and offers him his hand

I’ve seen you in the village, Calex, but I don’t think we’ve meet, formally. My name is Collin Deveraeux. I moved here last summer with my sister. We share a small cottage on the south end, Lakeside. We’ve been trying to make a run at being farmers, but we both seem to lack the good talents so many people have here. I just want you to know that it isn’t that I don’t trust the two of you, not exactly, it’s just that, well, my sister and I have had a rough time immigrating to this land. There have been a lot of obstacles in our way, and for a while we lived in Castletown, and this is what I mean to say. There are a lot of shady characters around Castletown, a lot of people with no scrupples, no sense of decency at all, and if a fellow isn’t on his game, he can lose a lot, an afwul lot. So, I mean to look at these papers of yours closely, no offense, but this tuime, we, my sister and I, have a real chance at a life away from, well away from our past, and I don’t intend to see it pulled out from under me again.

A Halfling pushes his way to the front of the crowd. He steps in front of Geoffrey, crosses his arms over his chest and puts one foot forward. The Halfling is wearing expensive, but practical garments, and leather trimmed, three-corner hat. The fellow is young, but certainly not a child. He pulls his lips into a tight smile, showing no teeth. It is a malicious smile, not friendly, and it carries a hint of sarcasm.
When he speaks he takes an unnatural pause between each word. What he says is painful to hear, for more reasons than one.

”What – I – want – to – know – is, why should we believe anything the two of you have to say? It wouldn’t be the first time an Iarishean made a play to take something that wasn’t his. You come back from a trip to Castletown, or so you claim, and tell us you are heroes and now you own this village. You’re going to have to do better than that.”

Before Dieredon or Calex, or anyone else for that matter, can say anything, Patricia Flaherty steps forward quickly. She is wearing a leather, armor, vest, and a thick long sword in a scabbard is on her belt. She Holds out her hands and says, with force