<span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">"Nothing to forgive... you have been through much today." Typhen said, putting the sword away and beckoning for her to come near. He watched as she approached, her attractive form alluring in the firelight. He handed her a small portion of food, and gestured to a spot near him. The food was dried fish, just like his own. <br/>
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"Tomorrow we leave for the wastes, I'm carrying supplies my people need." He said as he studied her clothing. The only thing she was missing were the facial markings of the wild ones who his people battled day after day. The hair would be unusual, but he figured that it would make for a convincing reason as to why he didn't simply end her. <br/>
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"You look, well you uh.. did a nice job." Her outfit made her look like one of the crazed raiders, as well exposing her shapely form. "You will have to learn to play the part of one my peoples enemies. They are the only accepted slaves there. Do you think you can manage to act...uncivilized?" He asked with a casual smile. <br/>
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