"I am Sef, and they are Luepel, Brath, and Yadriss," The leader announced as she gestured to the other women. "We hope your endurance is up to the task," Sef told Zedik huskily as she stepped forward and pushed him gently in the direction of the largest hut. But before she entered, she had a parting message for Noel, "We have use for you too, Luepel will go with you."<br/><br/>The other three women pushed Zedik into the hut, where scraps of cloth - some of which looked like they might have originated from surfacers' clothes - were piled into makeshift bedding. Sef unclapsed the leather straps that she wore, letting them fall to the ground. Her skin was smooth and hairless below the scalp, and clung to thin cords of muscle and narrow bones with almost no body fat to pad out her gangly figure. The other women were similarly slender, the outline of their rib cages and wide hip bones visible beneath their skin.<br/><br/>The woman who remained outside with Noel, Luepel, was the shortest of her tribe. "You, traps... good?" she asked Noel, her grasp of the common tongue much more rudimentary than Sef's. "We check traps, watch...<em>sinmoth</em>." She said the last word in disgust like it was some sort of pest.