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A second creature stood in the shadows, glued to the hip of the first. Sihaya could hear words, but not make them out, and when he boasted a question there was a sudden hush among them. He could feel the shields rising as the brown one stepped in front of the grey to introduce himself as Jawahir. Sihaya’s lips peeled back into a glassy smile. What little secret tryst had he stumbled upon?

“My search continues, then,” the adder replied with false exasperation, eyes shifting between Jawahir and his company. He turned to the grey one. “And you, what is your name?” Sihaya pried as he stepped closer to the pair. They couldn’t get rid of him that easy.

It was then he noticed Jawahir’s gaze flick to a doorway. Sihaya followed it, curious. “What is in here?” he asked. Without hesitation he took a few purposeful strides in the direction of the cabin with the intention to inspect it.