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Firian
Anewa was a surprisingly chatty travel partner, and as minutes turned to hours Firian got grumpier from a lack of food and water. He cracked his neck and reached to scratch his shoulder under his shirt.
“So, it shouldn’t be much further, from what you said,” Anewa continued, clanking along.
“No.”
“Where are you from, if you don’t mind my asking? It’s just that I’m interested in that name of yours, and it’s good to know who you’re with in times like these.”
Firian realized that he didn’t know where Belik was from. He grunted noncommittally, getting more uncomfortable by the minute. Why did this man ask so many questions? And why did he constantly feel like he was being watched? It was like having a fly near his face that he couldn’t shoo away. A constant irritation. He inhal
