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I HAD NO IDEA what was going on. The sounds and voices were unfamiliar, not close enough to be anywhere near the tent.
One of Delegate Namion’s guards went to have a look—and came back a moment later, pushing a Pengali youth in front of him, holding him by the hair. The young man kicked and tried to yank his hair free. His tail lashed up and around the guard’s arms. The guard grabbed the tail and pulled it until the young man’s feet almost left the ground.
You did not hold a Pengali by the tail. A woman, also Pengali, ran into the tent letting out an angry shriek, attempting to stab the guard with a fearfully sharp diamond knife. The guard tried to fend her off with his free arm. He wore armour, clearly.
Delegate Namion retreated while this fight was going on.
In the chaos, I gestu
