[Short's needful here. I keep trying to get Al-kin to the fray. Sorry. Get this in and we're back to you M@x.]

Ignoring the human, Al-kin smirked. He wasn't trying very hard to stop his charge.

Ducking down, Al-kin crossed between two tents and emerged within sight of the high chief's tent. There were enough warriors and all of them in Arlix's garb. That left but.. the two figures in the middle. Al-kin hissed at the sight of knotted and twisted wood.

Keep your head down!

"What good it will do," Al-kin hissed and then nodded to the human. Perhaps their cover would forge a compromise. From their vantage they could both see and were in close enough proximity to be of service were it needed.

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‘What will my death be like?’ he thought- and knew at once
with abrupt certainty, that it would be just like his life:
... the same balance of bearables.
~Amis