Permac was the last to move. He stumbled toward the door, and by the time he left the dining area, Linsora and the tall man were waiting for him at the edge of the clearing.
“My transport is this way. As I said before, neither of you have many options, and if you don’t hurry up, the option I’m offering will expire,” the man said. “I’ll explain later.” He pointed the weapon at both of them, but Permac noticed the strain in his voice as he said, “Please. The transport is straight ahead. We must hurry.”
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