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Zaviana sat alone in her cabin, a quilt wrapped around her shoulders. She’d ridden on the back of a dragon, traveled by horseback, and been inside a wagon, but none of those had prepared her for being on a ship. The constant side to side motion of the waves pounding against the hull of the ship made her stomach turn. She tried to fight it, but more often than not, she found herself huddled over a bucket in the corner. After the third day, it got better, but she still didn’t like traveling by ship. She wondered how much time they had. Surely the empire would strike soon. Would they make it in time? Could they save the resistance? Zaviana wasn’t so sure.
Everyone worked hard on the oars and manned the sails, but even with their best efforts, they were still another two days from where t
