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Kaira was sitting, resting her sore feet and once again watching in amazement as Tarkus fell into his gregarious persona. He’d clearly won over the woman he was talking to, the wife of the doctor who ran the clinic. They’d talked about her children, and now moved on to the long hours her husband worked.
The woman broke off mid sentence, turning her head toward the back of the room they were in.
“Ah, that’ll be Dav,” she said.
After a few seconds a man wearing medical overalls stepped into the room. Tarkus stepped forward, smiling.
“Doctor, the plague here…”
That was as far as he got before the man stiffened, and his wife let out a gasp of shock. Tarkus trailed off, frowning as he looked between the two. Suddenly a totally different expression came over his face, a steely look
