For a moment, they stared at each other in silence, no one saying a word. It was the Bawck who started the conversation.
“Kefupae xe ukeiden," he began.
The voice was guttural, the pronunciation strange, but the words were perfectly recognizable. He had just greeted them in Helariamen.
“Ekfupae le ukeiden, sivsen bawck," Festor replied.
The Bawck hesitated for a long moment before continuing.
“Skayt isn’t a priest, Skayt is a shaman.”
This time he had spoken in the Yrian language, which he seemed to know better than Helariamen.
“The crew standing before Skayt is very strange," he continued, "what circumstances unite a great Helaria master and a Yrian peasant?”
“The chances of encounters," Festor answered.
“Who is the leader?”
“We don’t have a leader,” Jensen intervened, “our grou
