The former captives emerged tentatively, looking at the empty island with apprehension and relief, and steering clear of the argument in progress. They seemed unsure about wanting to intervene in the arguments of people who had just destroyed the monster they'd witnessed. But the man Talona had set free, who seemed to have been nominated in an unspoken vote to be the spokesman, addressed him hesitantly, obviously trying not to stare at the soft yellow glow, which defied the stark, cold darkness around them.<br/><br/>"Thank you, sir...Zavros. My name's Neran, and I....I'm from the hill people, and so are many of the others here. Please....we just wish to go home from this nightmare and these false ancestors. Do you....if I may ask, do you have a ship?"<br/><br/><br/>.....<br/><br/><br/>The old man gratefully accepted the assistance in walking from Kisara. The way he sagged, it was like he was used to having a stick that had been stolen from him, and he bore some painful-looking bruising around his arms and shoulders.<br/><br/>"Thank you, my lady. Have you seen my granddaughter?" he asked, sounding like he was trying not to cough. "Kersinta was her name, she was taken from us...they don't know what they have done! If they harm her, disaster will surely follow!"<br/><br/><br/>....<br/><br/><br/>As Talion and Mouse talk, they can hear from a distance the sounds of a scuffle. It's coming from where Talion left his boat.