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Lucky Breeze
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The guy's speaking in a Dulan Qal dialect, says Thero. It's a northern tribe. I've spent a while in their dreams. Reckon I can clear it up a bit for you, yeah..
"No, I didn't go up to the base camp, why?"
"'s no kosh," mutters Djip."Espy a' these," he says, tossing Dio the monoculars.
That's not good. Look through these.
Dio puts it up to his oculus.
"Gandrat a'th peak," says Djip. "Rthura foots." Take a look at the foothills on Rthura peak.
Dio does so. The bottom drops out of his stomach. A black plume is rising from the mountain. Dio can see a dull red glow coloring it.
"Combs(comrades) at the 'post ain't chatting," says Djip. "No clacks(letters, no phone, no flag([signals[/b]). Godda shit feeling about this. 'Ma thinking kithik."
"Spirits," breathes Dio. "How big was that outpost?"
"Ten, twenny Qal," says Djip. "Not 'Leets (elites) like we is, but shee-yit. This'n not kosh. 'Ma telling the commandant. Gessum sleep, mateling. We're all gonna need it."
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