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The elder waved a feeble hand at the group of elves that had
closed in behind him. "These are all you will find here. Our
children have been turned from our ways and no longer recognize
us. We pray they will return to us, but our hope grows faint."
Draconians are not known for their sympathy. B'rak, however,
found it impossible not to feel some of the hurt the elves bore.
Even Vergrim looked downcast for a moment.
The pain in the captain's head brought him back to reality. He
cursed harshly, clutching at his head. Eliyah touched his shoulder
in a gesture of concern. Sith came to his commander's aid.
"Are you all right, captain?"
"My head pounds, that is all. We will stay here for the night.
Secure the area. Post a guard. Secure hostages."
There was a commotion at the back of the patrol. B'rak
steadied himself but could not see what was happening. Vergrim,
who stood taller, looked at the commotion and then came up to
B'rak.
"One of your men appears to have collapsed. Exhaustion,
perhaps. I will see to him."
"Captain . . ."
B'rak turned once more to the Speaker. "What is it, old one?"
"You and your companions need food and rest. Come. You have
nothing to fear from us. My people will see to your men. Food,
shelter-whatever they wish."
Sith jumped on the last statement. "A trick! They will poison
the food."
"Unlikely. We will take hostages if necessary. They will not
dare harm any of us if their kin are in danger
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