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Priscilla:  Priscilla pensively closed an eye as she looked at Gajeet from her place in a luxurious chair, where she was waiting for time to pass, bored.
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Gajeet:  “Hey, how much of what you said was true?” The speaker was a man with a strange haircut—he’d shaved off his hair, but only half of it. He was the saber user, the one Ubirk had called Gajeet. She assumed he had a certain authority, here where proven ability was valued above all. She suspected he could handle himself in a fight. The fact that he seemed to be acting as spokesman for the others made that clear. Although, the fact that he only acted when the true leader, Ubirk, wasn’t present showed that Gajeet’s bravery was something of a sham. “Don’t be coy with me, noblewoman. Do ya understand the position you’re in? Eh?”
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Priscilla:  “Spare me your yammering. I think you fail to understand the position you’re in. The very ground beneath your feet is unstable.”
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Gajeet:  “What was that?” Gajeet demanded.
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Priscilla:  “You’ve let that rabble-rouser dictate every little thing. You’re unwilling or unable to use your own head. And if you can’t use your head, that means you can’t use the eyes, ears, or nose that go with it. The lot of you got here by covering your eyes, blocking your ears, and plugging your noses, simply letting yourselves be led along by the hand. Am I wrong?” Priscilla’s attitude never changed despite Gajeet’s attempt to intimidate her. Beside her, Jorah was looking distinctly nervous. As for the thoroughly berated Gajeet, he couldn’t hide his displeasure, but he didn’t look like he was going to do anything rash.