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Brand and Secundus would be fine. Their paths were leading them into city politics and his demise wouldn't hurt any of that. City politicians were always glad when Censors from the Electorate were far away. Thankfully they would be able to Lana, but sometimes Gregor was unsure about how they were growing up. It was a lifestyle so different from Gregor's own. True they were saved a drunken and abusive father, but would they miss something growing up as they did in the circles that they traveled. They missed the abuse though, of that Gregor was proud.

Gregor saw the survivor from the Contubernium, still unconscious, being carried towards him. The man's hands were tied behind his back which was different from Gregor's positions since his hands were tied together on the front of his body. Gregor also always had his hands tied to something else, in this case it was the horse that he had been on earlier.

The unconscious man was dropped at beside Gregor, his face was covered in dry and cracked blood. He moaned slowly as his body sank and settled on the earth. The man who brought the unconscious soldier started talking to Gregor using his odd language, while pointing at the unconscious man.

Gregor shook his head at the choppy syllables, "I don't understand. I'm sorry." Gregor lifted his hands up in front of his body in a pleading gesture and shook them back and forth.

The man gestured at the unconscious soldier again, pointing at him repeatedly. Then, still talking, he mimed lifting the soldier up and putting him on his back.

Gregor pointed at his chest, "You want me to pick him up?"

"Ock! Ock!" The man said and nodded. He put his hands on his hips and waited.

With a sigh Gregor got to his feet. He showed the man his bound hands for a moment hoping that they would be untied. The man glanced at him for, but made no move to untie Gregor. In fact besides his eyes the man made no movement whatsoever. Gregor slowly got to his feet audibly reacting to the pains in his legs and back.