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Tharr looks down at the nocked arrow, glistening webs wrapped around the tip. "Of course there is only one thing to do," he mutters. With a silent prayer, he hops onto the other skiff.
"Go! We'll distract the beast," he shouts to Atus. To the other sailor he adds in Raka Spit, "Can slow Cuda down maybe. If have good fate. Make sail fast now, yes?"
Tharr looks down at the nocked arrow, glistening webs wrapped around the tip. "Of course there is only one thing to do," he mutters. With a silent prayer, he hops onto the other skiff.
"Go! We'll distract the beast," he shouts to Atus. To the other sailor he adds in Raka Spit, "Can slow Cuda down maybe. If fate with us. Make sail fast now, yes?"
