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The man grew yet more pathetic, prostrating himself before them and quivering. Ragna returned Arunik'ra's warm greeting with a fleeting smile of her own, but she was more focused on the wolf before them. He cowered and quivered, and Ragna let her lips draw back to flash her teeth before Arunik'ra began to speak again. Though she did not consider herself a skilled judge of character, Ragna was certain that every word the supposed seer was a lie. Yet Arunik'ra humored him, her misdirection working just as well on Ragna as it did on Sullivan. My lady... Ragna said softly, concern writ on her face. She did not say more, for it was not her place, but she felt the need to point out that the wolf before them was nothing more than a coward and a fool.