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"I do not doubt this." Not that he would rest well here either. She saved his life, but it was very clear that she had some sort of motive he did not quite understand. There was something at work here, in this place. Siraj could not have said what it was, why it was happening, but he recognized...

"Collect some of the plant." He told her, motioning towards some of that odd thistle like brush. "Careful of the thorns." They could cut deep if the plant was gripped wrong, especially if one didn't want where they put their hands on the damned thing. That was a lessons Siraj had learned early...

Siraj looked around, a frown touching his lips. This place had changed, it had been practically abandoned and some of the planets had died. He could see that nothing had cared for them, tried to maintain them. Two years without his tribe and another one of their refuge was gone. Lips thinned...

He looked at her for a few moments, trying to puzzle out what she meant by her words. Siraj still felt somewhat...slow. His body had born the brunt of his torture, the breaking, but without proper nutrition and food his mind had suffered just as much. He could feel himself ebb away when he...

He frowned a moment, not saying yes or no. Siraj figured that if he said nothing he at least was not actively choosing some sort of bargain. A technicality perhaps, but perhaps one that would work? In truth he had absolutely no idea, no clue how any of this world worked. For all he knew he had...

He frowned for a moment. It was a question that he had not expected. Siraj could not remember the last time that he had been offered any help at all. The last time that someone had thought to offer him support. Lips thinned as he looked at her, decisions to be made. "Alright." Siraj said...

Siraj nodded his head slowly in confirmation. He understood the lesson well, he doubted that he would ever be able to forget it. Some of the pain still seemed to ache within his very veins, a feeling of tiredness that clung to him worse than it had when they had forced him not to sleep. She...

The sand fell, and his shoulders shrugged. "No." Siraj felt little pain now. The smack on his hand was hardly there, just a distant feeling that belonged to somebody else with the same body. He could not 'ignore' it, but he had learned to dissociate from such things long ago. It had been the...

"Fire." He corrected. "Not clay." His eyes seemed to go somewhat hazy, the yellow light in them dimming for a moment as he remembered the torture that he had suffered through. Lips thinned, but he did not speak again until a full breath entered his lungs. He hesitated a moment. "My people...

Siraj continued to eat, filling his belly with as much as he could. There was a greed to the way that he scarfed down the meal. It was clear that he had not eaten in some time, and the manner in which he ate spoke of a guardedness. He had spent the last two years in prison, a dungeon. Food had...

For some reason he found himself weary of taking anything from her now, that voice...that odd offer ringing within his ears. Lips thinned for a moment, but he thought it alright. Well, perhaps just his stomach did. "I am Siraj." That was the name he remembered, though he did not know if it was...

It did sound nice. Pleasant. It wouldn't have been so bad. There were worse places in the world, more dangerous places. He had suffered through them so long, seen the horror of them. Trapped in a dungeon, tortured, broken over and over again for weeks on end. That memory snapped into place...

He frowned for a moment, not quite sure how to react to the words. It was an offer, and there was temptation to it, yet...yet it did not feel right. Something in the back of his mind screamed at him, a voice that seemed almost disconnected. "No..." Lips thinned for a moment. "No man did this...

Siraj blinked. "No." She sounded almost...incredulous. As if she couldn't believe that her people were some sort of enigma. For a few seconds he felt a sort of guilt pang through his stomach, as though he had somehow offended her in some way. They had many stories in the blight, many tales...

Siraj glanced at her for a moment, smiling. It was the first 'happy' expression that she would ever see on his face. It didn't quite reach his eyes, but...it was there nonetheless. "You don't much look like a blight Orc." After the fallen Collusses, after they gathered the Frel Root they would...