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Bront said:"What of our current guards? If they are not enough, we may be forced to trust in the Half-giant again. Have you considered that?"
Rudiot finishes chewing, then swallows.
"I've been thinking about that. The half-giant may be very useful if we get in trouble. I've decided to tie him up to the wagon and walk along with us. My cargo hold makes a poor cell anyway. That way, if he needed to get free, we could release him quickly."
Rudiot finishes his meal and pushes his bowl to his slave.
"If there is anything else, please come see me in my chamber. I have to plot our course. I might cut westward and minimize the delay."
He stands to leave.
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