Marooned
He was as unrecognizable as Dhad himself was. Both now
resembled the members of the Shamari merchant class they
pretended to be. There was no hint of the normal good looks
of the pirate leader about that homely face now. He slipped
a comradely arm about Dhad and the latter breathed a slight
sigh of relief that he had remained silent. Had he confessed
to the "Shamari law enforcer," his commander would have
slain him on the spot, no matter what treasure he carried.
There was no room for a traitor among the Ja'in.
Dhad followed as his leader guided him down the winding
streets, at last into a rundown stone building that appeared
from the outside to be nothing more than a humble Shamari's
home. The commander nodded to what seemed to be a pair of
beggars, dropping shu-stones into their hands and waving
aside their effusive thanks. Dhad didn't recognize them, but
he would have bet a year's haul of goods that they were
guards, and he would not have lost.
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