Rekkk leapt over the wreckage of the broken window. Thigpen sniffed at it, her snout quivering nervously. That is the most primitive area of the V'ornn brain. Quickly, she stripped off her filmy, filthy outfit and stepped into a pair of old, worn breeches, anoft-washed shirt, clean and smelling of strange herbs, a tanned-hide belt, wide and sturdy.
But, really, a Tuskugggun inKhagggun uniform. Every Kundalan dzuoko was replaced by a Tuskugggun when the V'ornn took possessionof the kashiggen. Third-Captain, didyou not hear me say that I wanted these traitors alive? I did, Attack-Commandant. And just like that, Riane's thoughts cleared.
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