Conversational Tyspi, self-taught. The jackwolves hadn't left much-bones, hooves,head, and scraps of hide. The company clerk, Varlik supposed the man was, got up. To hisastonishment, the camp was full of running men, a few barefoot orshirtless, all of them armed, most galloping northward between the rows oftents.
***In the darkness, twelve combat personnel carriers sat hidden by trees increek beds, waiting for orders to take off. That will give me a chance to sort the data in mysubconscious, so to speak, or my superconscious, if you prefer. Unless of course, as mercenaries they face my people. Or if the T'swa had such confidence in their ownmarksmanship that they'd used actual lobber rounds, dropping themsafely, near but not too near.
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