"What? We? No, no, my freind. I'm not letting you get in trouble like that again. My only regret is that I can't stop you if you come anyway."<br/>Rorik looked out across the desert; in the time he had rested, the Saltan had probably spread the news of another attack, meaning that there would be more patrols, and people would be more careful. He'd have to worry about who he trusted now, and he'd have to worry about spies amung the crowds.