The Gand

Rarek’s eyes narrowed at the woman’s arrogance and he found some satisfaction at her reaction to the robed figure.
Looking to Hargar to make sure he still followed, the Barabel moved to follow.
The one in front of him moved with purpose, a Gand by the look of it, definitely by the smell.
Making sure his translator was working, he approached the figure.
“What brings one of your kind to this place?”

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