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Salmook wasn't sure exactly how to feel. These… almost people that hardly knew him seemed so blood-bent on helping him.
Why? He didn't think he was particularly special, at least not enough to start all this fighting.
Naveil grumbled a few native swears under his breath, turning the opposite way. Salmook was just glad he couldn't understand them.
"You. Follow."
Salmook felt that in his bones, and he could tell there was something else Naveil wanted to add to that. It wasn't exactly a threat in words, but in voice. Salmook didn't want to follow, but there was no telling how close Naveil was to losing it. He stood there, conflicted.