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Ikari sits quietly at the campfire. He has been brooding since the fight with Gaspar. He listens, intently, to Itami's tale, and Onna's reply, before speaking, slowly and softly.
"If I have learned one lesson from this mission, brothers and sisters, it is the importance of community. The merchants' community was fractured, divided: if they could have all trusted each other, then there would have been no murder - but only Jamila and Targos were truly family to each other. And strange as it was, their plan worked.
If we were not a family, we would surely have perished at the claws of those harpies, or to Gaspar and his goblins. We stood for each other. We stand for you now, Itami."
Ikari rises to his feet.
"I left my family. Not once, but twice. I rejected the cult of my birth-pack, as you rejected the cult of the Umbral Prince, Itami. I fled to the jinin elves, who were happy to entertain a spirit of the forest. But nine years later I left them too, for as kind as they were to me they were never truly my kin.
This is my family, my community. We will travel the open road together."
Ikari bows his head towards the rest of the skulk, his eyes closed.